STUBBORN AND SHORT-TEMPERED
"The arranged marriage sounded like a bad idea, Your Majesty," Wu Jinhai was definitely not the type to beat around the bush, and that was what he said right after he entered the room where his father was still sitting behind the desk.
When Zhu Ruolan was still in the room, he was already right in front of the sliding door of the room, and that was why he managed to catch what the two people were talking about before his arrival.
Wu Jinhai had just voiced what he was thinking, but what he received from his father was a heavy sigh. The Emperor even raised his hand to massage his aching temples, no longer minding the scrolls in front of him.
Currently, there were only the two of them in the room, and perhaps that was also the reason why the Emperor's face looked less tense than when Zhu Ruolan was still in the room. However, it didn't mean that his mood had gotten any better even after the woman left him.