"Emperor." Beauty Zhou, seeing that Yan Xiu's gaze finally landed on her, immediately called out softly, her beautiful eyes seemingly full of an unspoken tenderness.
Yan Xiu's face turned cold, withdrawing his gaze, he leaned back slightly without a word.
Shen Quan immediately understood, raising his voice sharply, he shouted: "Emperor, set out."
Beauty Zhou instantly turned pale, her legs so weak that her body slumped to the ground: It's over, she has angered the Emperor.
Han Cairen bowed, waiting until Yan Xiu's Dragon Carriage passed before slowly rising.
"Sister Zhou." Han Cairen stood up and helped her.
Beauty Zhou tightly gripped Han Cairen's hand: "Han, did I anger the Emperor? The way the Emperor looked at me just now, oh heavens, will the Emperor despise me..."
Han Cairen showed no sign of impatience, speaking softly: "Sister, you're overthinking. The Emperor is busy with state affairs and won't trouble us."
