Fu Shang pushed open the door to the Imperial study.
She saw the young Emperor sitting on the Dragon throne.
The man supported his head with one hand.
The sleeves were embroidered with light gold patterns, and the fabric of the snow clothes was soft, making them look clean and elegant.
Her wrist was exposed, and the lines were beautiful.
She had the bones of a beauty.
He was the Yan Emperor, Yan Qi.
He was the young Emperor of the Yan Kingdom, a man of great talent. The beautiful mountains and rivers were all under his feet.
Fu Shang walked in and stopped at a distance that was not too far away. He bowed and said, ""We pay our respects to Imperial brother."
Yan Qi raised his eyes and looked over.
His cold and elegant eyes and those pitch-black pupils were exquisite, gentle, and obviously distant.
The young Emperor smiled.
"You're here?"
He stood up, placed one hand behind his back, and slowly walked to Fu Shang.