The man was clad in white, his long black hair casually draped down, yet it did not appear vulgar, still exuding elegance.
His complexion was pale, his brows and eyes delicate.
There was always a faint smile at the corner of his lips, with a pair of eyes capable of seeing through everything.
Being watched by his gaze, all thoughts have nowhere to hide.
Ye Wanlan's hands suddenly clenched, "Rong Shi..."
"I have seen Your Majesty, and I hope Your Majesty is well." Rong Shi bowed to her, adhering to the etiquette of meeting the Emperor, "Your Majesty's wish has been fulfilled, and the obsession has been resolved, truly a double blessing."
Ye Wanlan did not answer but asked, "Is this your true self?"
"True self?" Rong Shi was taken aback, then smiled, "Your Majesty, I died three hundred years ago; how could there still be a true self? However, this is indeed the last of me."
Ye Wanlan's expression changed suddenly, "What is happening with your body?"
