Zhou Qingxu felt that everything about him was not right.
At the same time.
Zhou Qingxu only felt that at this moment, the air was permeated with a sour scent.
That scent made Zhou Qingxu himself envious to the point of madness, of craziness.
Always amiable and indifferent, his face usually wore a look of laziness, but upon hearing the Great Tang Emperor speak those words, even he couldn't keep it together.
His hands involuntarily reached out from the sleeves of his robe in a stunned, statue-like manner.
The Great Tang Emperor noticed the abnormality in Zhou Qingxu's demeanor, but he had no mood to concern himself with what Zhou Qingxu was thinking, and waved his hand.
"Go."
No sooner had the Great Tang Emperor spoken.
Than Zhou Qingxu could feel that the surrounding scenery was repelling him.
He hastily paid his respects to the Great Tang Emperor, then turned to Cheng Guang and said, "Princely Heir, this way."