Attack

"What's Storyteller Ren doing?" the empress asked faintly in the palace. The musical box in her hand was giving off a crisp and clear melody.

"He has not once left his room for the past few days. Every day, he will sit behind the table and study the martial art without doing anything else. Occasionally, he will yell and yank his hair," Hong Luan replied softly.

"Oh," The empress nodded her head and placed a piece of candy into her mouth.

She had been feeling bored these few days. She wanted to listen to some stories, but Ren Baqian was busy with his cultivation.

Behind her, Hong Luan winked at Qing Yuan. This was the fifth time that the empress asked them about Ren Baqian. She would ask them about him once every day.

Has Her Majesty fallen for that guy?

It's a pity that he was too weak.

And at this moment, Ren Baqian was yanking his hair in distress. He was distraught with anxiety. A moment ago, he lost his focus again.