I’ll Pick One Then

As soon as he said the words, he felt the temperature around him plummet to freezing point, and the coldness seeped into his bones. There was this one moment that his keen sixth sense almost made his legs go wobbly and give way, but that ice-cold aura vanished just as quickly as if it had never appeared before.

Ming Yao summoned his courage to cast a fleeting glance at Rong Xiu, only to see the latter's cold and dark eyes. Unable to tell what was on the latter's mind, he quickly retracted his gaze and looked down uneasily.

It was a well-known fact that Rong Xiu kept his distance from women, and it was widely discussed by many ever since he ascended the throne. Still, he would always firmly turn women away.

Once, a venerable secretly arranged for two women to wait on Rong Xiu. Although Rong Xiu wasn't interested, it wasn't polite to refuse the venerable right in his face, so he sent the two women to do miscellaneous chores instead.