The Empire and the beauty (63)_1

Wen Xian was startled.

He stared at the Empress in a daze, and question marks involuntarily appeared in his mind.

Very satisfied?

Satisfied with what?

His appearance, his temperament, or ... What?

Wen Xian had always known that his personality belonged to the unlikable kind. He was not gentle, not understanding, dull and boring.

Other than this face.

He was useless.

Thinking of this, the man's snow-like eyes dimmed a little, and a faint self-loathing appeared in his heart.

The man muttered to himself,"is His Majesty very satisfied with him?" What should I be satisfied with?"

Fu Shang didn't feel the pressure from Wen Xian's body at all. Or rather, she did feel it but she didn't take it to heart. She nodded and continued, " he shoujun is perfect in every way, whether it's his appearance or his temperament. How can I not be satisfied with him? "

"I heard that His Majesty has summoned him for seven days in a row?" Wen Xian said faintly.