His head reeled. Was this still the same stern, uncompromising man who ruled the kingdom with an iron fist? Where on earth did the emperor learn to speak like that?
The emperor looked shaken as he stared at at Yan Zheyun's skin, the pristine canvas that he'd sullied. Yan Zheyun returned the stare with wide, guileless eyes, cheeks flushed and eyes unnaturally bright.
This is great love the storyline 🤩. Will you be posting on a regular schedule?
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