Obviously, what Zhao Mei has learned is aimed at other men.
But can Yan Xiu be compared to others?
In the man-eating harem of the late Emperor, Yan Xiu can be said to have seen all kinds of women.
Surviving with difficulty amidst various persecutions and harsh environments, and finally ascending the throne to become the ruler of a nation, what kind of person has he not seen?
Compared to those he has seen in the past, Zhao Mei still lacks something.
"Yes, you are my Jin Fei, the Jin Fei who can dine with me at the same table; she," Yan Xiu finally granted Zhao Mei a glance, his tone indifferent: "is merely one of the concubines in the harem."
Zhao Mei's body trembled slightly, her charming big eyes widened, and her delicate face was filled with the words "incredible."
"Emperor, if you say that, your Wu Fei would be heartbroken."
Yan Xiu frowned: "Not mine."
"Huh?" Li Yuyu looked puzzled.
"Not mine." Yan Xiu repeated with emphasis, a touch of seriousness in his deep eyes.
