Feng Xuxu stood on top of the tea house, watching as the twenty-some carriages passed by one by one, roughly estimating that there were more than one hundred and fifty ladies of beauty, available for the Emperor's selection.
Turning her head, she looked at a certain person leisurely drinking tea, lifting her chin, "Hey, you, come take a look, those carriages are filled with stunning beauties."
Dugu Chen lifted his eyelids, glanced at his wife, then lowered his gaze again and continued drinking his tea.
"I'm talking to you," Feng Xuxu said irritably, her voice carrying a hint of displeasure.
Dugu Chen put down his cup, rose reluctantly, walked to the window, and embraced his wife, whispering in her ear, "Whether they are stunning beauties or not is of no concern to me. In my eyes, you are the most beautiful, the most breathtaking, and also the best."