Qin Chuan looked at Shui Qingrou.
He found this young woman even more enchanting, with her features cold and noble, her demeanor ethereal and elegant, possessing an air of celestial grace.
A beauty like a goddess.
If he weren't uninterested in women, he might have been slightly awestruck at this moment as a sign of respect.
He wanted to praise his future daughter-in-law for becoming prettier, but felt it inappropriate, so he simply complimented, "Hmm... not bad."
Wow!
At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared before the three of them; it was the Emperor old woman who once visited the Seventh Martial Sect.
She glanced deeply at Qin Zi, with a look of surprise flashing across her face, then marveled, "Tsk tsk tsk, in just a little over two years, you've grown to this extent, truly... incredible."
Then she looked at Qin Chuan, smiling wryly, "I sensed you were extraordinary two years ago, didn't expect you've become an Emperor now."
"Merely a stroke of luck."
