Oh, not only could he breathe, but he also had a healthy complexion, and could walk, run, and eat.
Little Xuan was surprised again.
Just an "oh"?
In the past, whenever she heard that the Phoenix Monarch was unwell, the Prince would secretly grow anxious.
But now, her expression was calm, and her pace remained unhurried, without the slightest hint of anxiety.
Of course, he did not believe that the Prince no longer had any feelings for the Phoenix Monarch.
After all, just two days ago, the Prince had ordered lychees to be transported from the south, eight hundred li away, day and night, simply because the Phoenix Monarch had mentioned that he had not had much of an appetite lately and wanted some fresh fruit.
Little Xuan did not dare say anything else. Keeping his distance, he quietly followed behind her, though his eyes occasionally stole a glance at the figure ahead.
The Prince is still the Prince. The majesty surrounding her has become even more unfathomable.
However powerful the Prince was, did she not still have to listen to her Phoenix Monarch?
A quarter of an hour later, Su Qiao appeared at Phoenix Palace.
Aside from her memories, this was her first time seeing the legendary "Phoenix Monarch."
He was about a meter seventy-eight tall—not tall, but not short either—with a slender build, fair skin, and reasonably handsome features. Combined with his white clothes, he looked the part.
However, at first glance, Su Qiao already disliked this man.
It was not because the face covered in rouge and powder offended her, but because of the falsely aloof expression on his face.
It was simply too fake.
If he truly wanted to act aloof, he should not have sent someone to summon her, much less glanced at her after