r these circumstances, he would not do anything rash. He only wanted to borrow her room to wait for someone he wanted to see. For some reason, when she placed her hand in Fan Xian’s warm palm, this woman’s heart gave a long sigh. It was as if she had obtained a long-cherished wish and felt supremely satisfied. At that moment, she didn’t wonder at all if, when that person returned later, they would run into any danger.

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After a while, the sound of urgent footsteps came from outside the room. A young man came into the room under the escort of many guards. This man’s brows were sharp as swords but unsure which way the blade pointed. His pupils were like oceans that were of unfathomable depths. He wore plain clothes with a bright yellow sash tied around his waist. Walking like a dragon with tiger-like steps, an imposing atmosphere rose naturally around him.

“Your Majesty, Lady Lili is not here. Perhaps she is playing in the garden.” A eunuch dressed as a servant reported in a high voice.

Perhaps there was an irritating matter on the young man’s mind. He gave a gentle hum and sat down. Habitually, he put his feet up. A eunuch had already removed his shoes.

Fan Xian quietly watched this scene from behind the screen. The corners of his lips curved slightly. With slight mockery, he thought that a few years had passed, but this little Emperor was indeed still used to sitting with his legs wide open. His feet were still as smelly and large. There was not a hint of being ladylike at all. He was definitely owed a beating.

[JW1] This “traitor” Fan Xian uses here is specifically “traitor to China.” Thus, Thirteenth Wang wouldn’t understand since the concept of “China” wasn’t around yet.