Trouble with the Bloodline Families
Lu Zhen sighed as he sat on his throne, looking at the empty hall.
He was wearing his emperor robes, intricately adorned with dragon symbols woven finely and detailed to showcase the quality of the robes.
His long black hair cascaded down his shoulders, and his crimson eyes seemed to contain a hint of chilling indifference.
With well-defined facial features, he looked handsome, his extremely bulky body exuding a domineering aura, as if he were a celestial immortal descended straight from heaven.
A woman suddenly entered the palace, bringing a smile to Lu Zhen's extremely cold face. His handsome facial features seemed to blossom like flowers, accentuating his allure even further.
"Mother, what are you doing here?" he called out gently.
"Well," Lu Ying rubbed her temples, her face haggard with exhaustion.