After more than a year apart, Li Sangruo missed him deeply. As she watched that tall figure walk out with his hand on the Biyong Sword, her gaze flickered faintly.
The eyes of all the officials on the dock also fell on Pei Jue.
However, after taking two or three steps forward, he stopped and respectfully saluted.
"Please indicate your wishes, Empress Dowager."
Li Sangruo was dissatisfied with the distance he kept and subconsciously pursed her lips, lightly gathering her fur cloak.
"Pei Aiqing, step forward to receive the order."
Pei Jue clasped his hands: "This humble official carries a sharp weapon and dares not disrupt Your Highness."
Li Sangruo felt an inexplicable tightness in her heart.
Was he afraid the sword's aura would disturb her?
Or was he afraid that the cheap woman in his house would be unhappy?
