He stared at the spot where Feng Qingyan was, lifting the teacup in his hand and sipping a few mouthfuls of tea.
Feng Qingyan felt somewhat troubled, looking at the man who seemed so aloof, why was he so persistent? Even trying to leave quietly had become so difficult.
After thinking for a while, she once again cautiously poked out her pitch-black head and revealed a pair of eyes that shone brighter than the stars, observing the blue and white figure attentively.
Today's visit to the palace, although it hadn't been a long stay, just the time it took for a meal had let her know that Jun Moqing only had one wife, not even a single maid.
Since his wife went missing, he hadn't remarried or taken any concubines, essentially keeping to an empty room for over twenty years.
A handsome man with formidable skills, such unwavering devotion wasn't common.