Every inch of her seemed to radiate an irresistible heat.
Zhou Chen's gaze was intense, and poetry gushed forth from his heart:
"Snow-capped mountains stretch long in Bihua and Changyun, a minor dust pointing far towards the Jade Gate."
"After a hundred battles in yellow sands with golden armor worn, I shall not return until Changyun is broken."
Princess Changyun, Chu Si, heard this and felt pleased, her gaze upon Zhou Chen even more proud. Yet she recalled Zhou Chen's tardiness, and complained how he called her old and ugly.
She felt a slight melancholy in her heart.
Her delicate fingers touched Zhou Chen's forehead with a poke, casually pulling up the covers to block the view, saying:
"No looking!"
The magnificent scenery was instantly covered, leaving Zhou Chen dissatisfied at heart:
"If I can't even look, then what's the point?"
"Forget it, I'm not doing it!"
Zhou Chen turned around to leave.
He knew it was the Royal Family seeking him, not the other way around.
