Si Chu's appearance was extremely aggressive, like a vibrant yet poisonous flower, enticing one to pluck it, yet it could silently and instantly claim a person's life!
His brows and eyes were usually shrouded in a faint hostility, and his gaze was cold and detached—perhaps a necessary demeanor for an emperor to keep his subjects in awe.
Now, divested of his disguise, he lay quietly there, his sharp eyes covered by his eyelashes, appearing unexpectedly docile and gentle.
Mingshu watched him quietly for a while, suppressing the urge to reach out and touch him.
She took a deep look, collected her emotions, and then turned to walk outside.
Yue Fuguang had thought she would have to wait a while, but was surprised that Mingshu came out so quickly, her eyes still showing a trace of astonishment, "That quick?"
Mingshu nodded, her expression icy, "Thank you. Please trouble Miss Yue to watch over him for me, I have some matters I need to deal with."