This is an inquiry with an armed force.
Zhong Tianque knows this well, yet there's little he can clarify.
After all, she is his own younger sister.
He feels both aggrieved and wronged.
What does this have to do with me?
What's my situation... don't you know?
Seeing Zhong Tianque remain silent, Dongguo Chenxi picked up the teapot and filled Sun Shehu's half-empty cup.
The golden silk-patterned fragrant coat wrapped around her full curves, and as she bent to fetch the pot, the hanging jingling necklace rippled over her collarbone.
Her slender waist and back, her long swan-like neck extended upwards, seemingly touching the tip of one's heart.
When she revealed a subtle smile, two mesmerizing dimples appeared on her cheeks.
To become one of the Empire's three moons, a woman must not only have a distinguished family background but also excel in beauty and art.
Otherwise, there would be no chance of making it onto such a rigorous list.
