Chen Changsheng turned to Xu Yourong.
From the side, she looked very beautiful.
As beautiful as she was from every other angle.
She was as calm as she ever was.
But for some inexplicable reason, Chen Changsheng felt like he saw the chill of autumn on her face.
Perhaps it was because of what Mo Yu said to him yesterday?
Since last night, he had spent a long time thinking and hesitating, and now, he finally asked.
"Do you… want to say something?"
Surprised, Xu Yourong asked, "Say what?"
Both her expression and the way she turned her body to face him were ever so natural.
Chen Changsheng suddenly didn't know how to continue on the topic. His gaze fell on the nearby grass.
A faint smile emerged on Xu Yourong's lips. "You are speaking about the Empress?"
Chen Changsheng nodded.
Her smile faded as she softly said, "She was just like my mother."
Chen Changsheng looked at that place and asked, "Are you prepared to do something?"