Half a moon hung askew in the cold night sky, and the stars glimmered faintly.
Mingde Hall.
Qian Renxue sat on the Dragon Throne, carefully reviewing the memorials on her desk.
Just then, Jiang Mingyang walked in slowly, dressed in a gray uniform with a smile on his face.
When Qian Renxue saw him enter Mingde Hall, she knew this would very likely be another restless night...
At the thought, her cheeks reddened slightly, and she found it hard to look him in the eye.
Jiang Mingyang strode up the steps with practiced ease, sat on the Dragon Throne, and gently drew Qian Renxue into his arms.
Her face flushed, Qian Renxue hurriedly said in a soft voice, "Don't. This emperor is still handling state affairs."
The corners of Jiang Mingyang's mouth lifted. He looked straight into her eyes, his face full of surprise, as though he had heard something unbelievable.
"Qianqian, I haven't said anything, and my hands haven't wandered. Why would you think I was going to...?
"Qianqian, who would have thought? My feelings were misplaced after all. I never imagined that was how you saw me. Ah, the sorrow!"
Hearing his performance, which held not a shred of acting skill, Qian Renxue smiled faintly. She shot him a fierce look and said with a hint of playful charm,
"Hmph... So what if I do?
"You only care how I see you. You don't care why I came to see you that way.
"You really don't care about me at all!"
As one of the finest actors on Douluo Continent, Qian Renxue was undoubtedly superb at her craft.
As she spoke, a trace of grievance appeared on her face. It did not look feigned in the slightest.
Jiang Mingyang froze. For a moment, he could not tell whether