Two men, eerily alike by three parts. In such a circumstance, the rumors that Yan Zhan was indeed Quan Shiheng's illegitimate child became even more convincing.
Finally, Emperor Quan approached the two men.
He paid no attention to Yan Zhan and stood in front of Zhan Se. His large hand gently brushed across her cheek, then slowly hooked her chin, and with bowed head, he meticulously observed her eyes and brows, motionless.
Someone in the crowd drew a sharp breath—
Who was that woman, exactly?
She had enticed Yan Zhan, and now even Emperor Quan was under her spell... Truly a demoness who could claim one's life!
Zhan Se didn't move either.
For at least a minute, as Zhan Se's heart fluttered anxiously, Emperor Quan let go of her chin, gently took her small hand and squeezed it in his palm. He then pulled her along, took the microphone from the embarrassed host's hand, and with a cool gaze that held a hint of a smile, swept his eyes across the audience.
