Princess Consort De struggled to get up, but before she could rise, she fell back onto the Imperial Concubine's Couch.
"Your Highness!"
Inside Yangxin Hall, Li Yuyu sat beside Yan Xiu, tilting her head to look at him.
Indeed, a man who is serious about his work is the most handsome.
From this angle, he's so stunning, what does it mean to be flawless from every angle? What does it mean to be unrealistically handsome? Yan Xiu!
Slurp~
He's so good-looking!
"Wipe your drool," Yan Xiu said casually without lifting his head.
Li Yuyu hurriedly wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, wiped twice and realized it was unnecessary, her brows furrowed: "Emperor, that's too much! How could you jest with me."
Yan Xiu remained silent, his relaxed eyebrows showed he was in a very good mood.
Li Yuyu pouted, never mind, good looks triumph over everything, better change her posture and continue admiring.
After all, such heavenly beauty is rare.
