The Empire and the beauty (52)_1

Just like now.

Fu min was sitting in the Imperial study and reviewing the memorials when he suddenly became absent-minded. The wolf-hair brush in his hand remained in place for a long time, and the ink stained a large piece of the memorial black.

She lowered her head to look at the dirty Memorial.

“..”

He slammed the pen on the table.

A loud sound was heard.

The servants around him shivered and lowered their heads even more, afraid that Fu min would vent his anger on them for no reason.

Fu Shang was thinking about Wen Xian.

She didn't know why Wen Xian wanted to kill her. In the beginning, she didn't know why he stopped at the last moment.

The sentence 'you like me' was also a lie.

The result was beyond Fu min's expectation.

She didn't expect Wen Xian to really like her.

The Empress's long and narrow eyes flashed with a complicated expression and a slight doubt.

If Wen Xian really wanted to kill her ...