บท 659: The Empire and the beauty (74)_1

Weiyang Palace was deathly silent.

The servant couldn't help but look up at Wen Xian. After seeing his appearance, his body trembled and he immediately lowered his head.

The snow-clothed beauty was expressionless.

The veins on his slender and white fingers were bulging, and the teacup in his hand had already been shattered, mixed with a few traces of blood.

The servant trembled as he tried to persuade her, " your Royal Highness, His Majesty is a woman after all. There are 3000 beautiful women in the harem. It's only natural for her to invite the Empress to her Palace. Don't take it to heart ...

"Get out."

A cold voice sounded, as cold as ice.

The attendant slipped away, relieved of a heavy burden.

Wen Xian sat in the same place for a long time, motionless. His entire body seemed to have frozen into an ice sculpture. He muttered,"Something that should be done?"