Thus, the people of the land often referred to him as the Iron Prime Minister,
whose style of conduct was extremely stern.
In fact, close to that of a solitary official, but even so, he did not waver in the slightest, governing the country without rest.
Before this, he had always kept his head down, but at the moment he heard the Empress's moan, he suddenly looked up, a cold gleam flashing through his resolute eyes.
The purple robe billowed, and a sense of oppressive authority seemed to be forming already.
"Is the Empress feeling unwell?"
He squinted as he inquired, his face expressionless, while the Empress bit her lips hard, her skin trembling slightly.
Seated opposite Fang Yang, and thus, sitting in Fang Yang's embrace, she could naturally sense the subtle changes in Dan Yang's body and saw that smirk on Fang Yang's face, full of mockery.
