Blood 2

Once she took another glance at the Emperor, he had retracted the expression that he had donned earlier.

Now he looked worried. He frowned and looked in the direction where the hurt rider was taken as if he was more worried about the well being of the rider compared to his son who was still asking a seemingly 'innocent' question.

'Such a great actor,' Jiang Xiurong snorted in her heart and subconsciously her head turned to look at her husband who was beside her.

Isn't this man a son of his that shared his 'special' blood too? Of course he too would have inherited many special traits from that man.

Being under the end of such a scorching gaze that could penetrate him, Wang Deming felt cold sweat form over his forehead.

In fact the words that the Emperor spoke earlier were so low that no one had heard them nor noticed his expressions earlier.