"Your Majesty." Even as a mere Spirit Remnant, Ji Wuchen upheld the respect and etiquette owed to the Great Emperor and bowed with hands clasped, "The Dao connects all things, whether it be painting, Formation, or Swordsmanship, Cultivation in the end converges to the same path. However, as the Great Emperor, Your Majesty is consumed with numerous trivial matters and can only dabble shallowly in various skills."
"Quite true, quite true, it's just a pity..." Emperor Longchang chatted cheerfully with Ji Wuchen.
Wu Xuening's little mouth pouted, as she turned her glare towards Wang Anye and said, "Anye, the Emperor favors you the most right now, can't you say a good word on my behalf? After all the attentive care I've given you recently."
Wang Anye was utterly baffled.
How could I, Wang Anye, intervene in such a major matter? Surely, just because I, Wang Anye, say you shouldn't marry Zhao Yuanqing, doesn't mean you could call off the wedding, right?
