The fiery passion hit her face-on.
Li Ping'an calmly sat back down, watching Sun Yingying, who was focused on dancing, with some helplessness.
In the private room upstairs.
Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor slowly nodded and laughed, "That's how the women of our Human Race should be, brave enough to pursue the man they like, no need to put on timid airs... Dali."
The old man Tianli hurriedly said, "Your Majesty, your servant is here."
"Analyze the meaning of this dance for me, and compose a poem with three hundred characters."
"Eh? Your Majesty, this servant is a Military General!"
"Just joking, look how scared you got, hahaha!"
Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor raised his hand to stroke his beard, motioning for Tianli to lower his head and continue watching the dance.
Fenghou sat in the main seat, frowning as she glanced at the corner, then shook her head slightly and continued to focus on appreciating the dancers in front of her.