Meng Fuyao grinned and answered with pride . "A reluctant yes . "

She gave Zong Yue a rea.s.suring pat on her shoulder and 'instructed' him, "Be a good emperor . I'll conduct spot checks . " After she said her piece, she turned to leave without hesitation . But somehow, the intense gaze from the man behind her seemed to add weight to her steps, making her feel uneasy . She could only turn back . Without nothing else better to say, she tried to make conversation .

"Hey, why did you refuse to take down your mask despite knowing that I was searching for Zong Yue?"

The man donned in ivory white remained silent . Then, he quietly replied, "Ask me again the next time you come to Xuanyuan . "

The corners of Meng Fuyao's mouth twitched . Rolling her eyes at him, she turned away .

Behind her, Zong Yue's eyes were focused on her . Only when her figure completely vanished from his sight did he slowly sit down on that precious throne of his, overlooking the lavish place . The cup o @@