Su Xiaoxiao was shocked. "Are you sure, Uncle Quan?"
If this was the King of the Southern Wilderness, who was in the palace?
Uncle Quan took a closer look. "It's indeed our emperor… However… his eyes don't look like it… And he's too thin. His Majesty is more dignified than the person you have drawn."
The ink was not dry yet, so Uncle Quan thought that Su Xiaoxiao had drawn it.
Uncle Quan was puzzled. "Little Miss, you just came to the capital. How do you know about His Majesty of the Southern Wilderness?"
The King of the Southern Wilderness would appear every year to participate in the blessing ceremony. There were many opportunities for the citizens of the capital to see him, but not necessarily for outsiders.
Su Xiaoxiao said without changing her expression, "I've seen his portrait in the Holy Maiden Temple. Uncle Quan, does my grandmother know the King of the Southern Wilderness?"
