บท 675: The Empire and the beauty (90)_1

Fu min would be lying if he said he wasn't touched by the sudden confession.

She quietly stared at Wen Xian.

Wen Xian's eyes were very beautiful. They were clear and clean without any impurities. There was a bit of his natural depression. The slightly narrow ends of his eyes were like peach blossoms, which added a bit of seductive charm to him for no reason.

However, this charm was forcibly suppressed by the indifference between his brows and eyes, which mixed with an indescribable complex temperament.

Sad and beautiful.

Fu min could only think of this word to describe him.

"Are you willing to listen to my story?" Wen Xian smiled faintly.

Fu Shang nodded slowly.

She was obviously willing.

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Wen Xian was the youngest Prince of the Wen dynasty. He was also the only surviving member of the royal family after the fall of the dynasty.