His waist was being hugged tightly. When Fu Xun lowered his head, he could see Yan Xun's beautiful and slender hands. The knuckles were pale, but the lines were smooth. At this moment, the pair of hands were trembling slightly.
"Don't go, don't go ..." He mumbled to himself.
His dark eyes were a little dazed. Yan Xun was staring at a certain spot in the air, his expression stubborn, but also a little pitiful.
Fu Shang sighed helplessly and said in a softer tone, ""Let go of me first, we can talk after you stand up."
He was still an Emperor, how could he kneel in front of her without any dignity?
If the officials of Northern Liang were to see this, wouldn't they tear her apart?
Yan Xun pursed his lips and did not speak, maintaining his current position. It was only when he saw Fu min's displeased frown that he hurriedly looked away and helplessly opened his mouth.