Submission (2)

At this moment, Chu Yi, who was dressed in white, was sitting in front of the Oliva wooden chessboard by the window. He was playing chess with himself, and the black and white chess pieces had already occupied half of the chessboard.

The sound of his chess pieces being placed was crisp and clean. Every step he took was very slow, and he looked calm and composed.

The young man's movements were elegant and casual, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

"Your Highness." Fang Huairui stopped three steps away and cupped his fists respectfully.

After the Yu Family incident, Fang Huairui had been to the Qianqing Palace and Yangxin Palace a few times in the past few days. However, he didn't see the Emperor or Chu Yi. Now that Chu Yi was willing to see him, he had a glimmer of hope in his heart.