Strolling through the palace with the Crown Prince, Sun Zhe gained quite a bit of insight, meeting some high-profile figures typically only seen on TV news.
The grandeur of the Emperor's Palace gave him a feeling of "accidentally entering heaven's domain."
Yet, Yuan Jinghua turned out to be quite the chatterbox, asking countless questions along the way about cultivation, and Sun Zhe patiently provided explanations for him.
Upon hearing some of Sun Zhe's exploits, Yuan Jinghua would exclaim in awe, definitely his little fanboy.
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In the blink of an eye, it was noon.
In the Emperor's residence.
On the second-floor balcony.
Jiang Qinglan leaned against the railing, softly singing with furrowed brows, looking at her husband with a reproachful gaze.
The Emperor smirked wickedly, slowly withdrawing his hand, covered in transparent fluid, admiring the Absolutely Stunning Empress dressed in a pink knit gown, his eyes glinting with intense mania.
