If it weren't for Wei Xianyun coming over to speak, Qin Hao's face would still be sticking to the ice.
He hadn't even touched Wei Hanxian's arm; his face just touched it and it felt like touching ice. He didn't gain any advantage.
Qin Hao approached the bed and looked at Xia Yun, who was also studying him.
She wore a kind and gentle smile: "I just heard about you and Yun. As long as you both are willing, that's all that matters. I won't interfere."
"Thank you, Empress."
Xia Yun: "No need to be so formal. We'll be family from now on."
Wei Tianfeng spoke, "Xiao Yun, do you know whose disciple he is? He is the disciple of that old undying one!"
Xia Yun's face showed a slight pause, then she remembered something, her expression becoming a bit awkward.
Qin Hao couldn't help but ask out of curiosity: "Emperor Wei, what exactly did my master do to make you so angry?"
Wei Tianfeng's face showed a slight pause, then he let out a heavy humph.
