"Your Majesty." Even in the state of a residual soul, Jii Wuchen upheld his respect and etiquette towards the Great Emperor, bowing and saying, "The great path is interconnected, whether it's painting, arrays, swordsmanship, when cultivated to the end, they all converge. It is only that Your Majesty is a mighty emperor, with numerous trivial matters to attend to, so can only afford a superficial taste of such side skills."
"Well said, well said, it is just a pity..." Emperor Longchang chatted merrily with Jii Wuchen.
Wu Xue Ning pursed her lips, turning to glare at Wang Anye and said, "An Ye, Your Majesty dotes on you the most now, and you won't even say a few good words to help? Despite my attentive hospitality these past days."
Wang Anye looked bewildered.
Such a major matter, am I, Wang Anye, able to intervene? Could it be that if I said not to marry Zhao Yuanqing, you really wouldn't marry him?
