The spring wind did not care about romance and neither did the summer wind. It was only the wet, clear, or humid air that continued their endless rolling. So, the people living in the air developed certain emotions due to the rolling of the heaven and earth.
"So what if you made it clear? Would the Qing Emperor just believe your stance?" she gazed at Fan Xian and said with a tinkling laugh. Haitang was wearing a light blue unlined garment. On the clothing was, stereotypically, sewn two large pockets and her hands were, stereotypically, tucked into the pockets.
Fan Xian slightly tilted his head. He understood what she meant. Having Eunuch Yao take every scene in Jiangnan back to Jingdou to have everyone in court know that he had chosen the Third Prince, this kind of practice of choosing before the Emperor was definitely not something Fan Xian would have done before.
