Xiao Chen turned his head to look at the Qin Emperor.
Frankly, the appearance of the Qin Emperor was very close to what Xiao Chen had imagined.
He was clad in simple, clean white robes which emitted a faint glow under the sunlight.
He was remarkably handsome, with long hair draped over his shoulders, and a gentle smile on his face.
One hand held a wooden zither, while the other rested behind him. He walked lightly, embodying an air of refined and lucid elegance.
This look, if placed outside, would probably attract a throng of infatuated young girls!
Moreover, it was hard to imagine, from the appearance of the Qin Emperor, that he was a man with such great schemes.
"Those words are indeed disheartening, I have helped him quite a bit."
Upon hearing Xiao Chen's words, the Qin Emperor showed little dissatisfaction, instead, his smile grew even warmer.
But Xiao Chen had long since known what kind of person the Qin Emperor was, so he didn't mince his words when he spoke.