To her surprise, these fellows did not look at her at all. They stared unblinkingly at the two elders on the couch, each looking perfectly justified and speaking with conviction.
Qi Shaofan sized him up. He did not look as though he intended to go out and inform on them. Qi Shaofan's gaze swept over him; he wanted to say something, but said nothing. He, too, turned his attention back to the emperor, wanting to see just what was going on with this palace bell.
Although members of the Chenxiao Guard came with reports every day, there was still plenty of information that could not conveniently be passed on through messengers.
Back then, she had been nothing more than a child to him. He had never taken the matter to heart, yet somehow, at this instant, that scene surfaced vividly in his mind, so clearly that it gave him the illusion of overlapping times and spaces.
Since he had not promoted Zu Renhao, that clearly meant he did not yet have the means to do so. Besides, raising his military rank would attract too much attention and would not be good for the Zu family.
Su Qianyu wore a dark red robe, with a soft white fleece blanket spread beneath him, setting off his pale complexion, his cold, bewitching eyes, and his crimson, slightly upturned lips.
After changing into clothes suited to long-distance running, she was just about to leave the changing room when she suddenly heard footsteps coming in through the door.
Under the bright, impressive lighting of the corridor, Jiang Yizhou was leaning at an angle against the lavish marble wall to one side.
Now this enemy had received a fitting punishment, more or less. Suddenly going from young to old was no pleasant experience.
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