"So who is it?" Qi Hong was the imperial prince of the Main Star, if he wanted to find out something there was no way he would not be able to find out about it. With his body lying pliant on the pearly white couch in the middle of the greenhouse that was well equipped with a number of modern types of equipment including a miniature sun, he turned to look at Li Wan who was walking inside the greenhouse with a complicated look on his face.
Earlier Qi Hong sent Li Wan to find out the identity of the woman who wrote the wonderful poetry for Qi Hong but after getting the results, Li Wan looked a tad bit uncomfortable.
