Nalan Jie's face changed, somewhat cold, "You're the first woman who dares to disrespect this king! However, it does suit this king's taste."
Mu Qianyue's eyes lowered slightly, hiding the cold light beneath them. The royal men are all the same, despicable. Ignore them, and they chase you; pay attention to them, and they accuse you of using unscrupulous means to climb into their beds...
"Sorry, you don't suit my taste. I have other matters to attend to, so I won't accompany you."
Under the guidance of a palace maid, Mu Qianyue finally found Xuande Hall. Inside, it was filled with ministers and noble sons; as soon as she appeared, various gazes fell upon her—ridicule, sympathy, disdain, and even anticipation for a spectacle.
