บท 614: The Empire and the beauty (29)_1

"Fu Li!"

An zixuan's tone could not hide his anger. It was just two simple words, but it contained deep resentment and disappointment.

His eyes were red and bloodshot, as if he had been crying for a long time. His face was pale and his long, dark hair made him look like a ghost.

An zixuan looked at the servant in front of him, his eyes filled with disbelief. Fuuma, didn't you get harmed by that despicable Fu Li? You are still alive, you are still alive ... This is great, this is really great ..."

As he cried, an zixuan laughed again like a madman.

The servant an zixuan called Fuuma was someone he had brought from the Prime Minister's residence. He had grown up with an zixuan and had a good relationship with him. They didn't seem like an ordinary master and servant.