The smile on Song Ye's face was as bright as a flower, and the iceberg melted directly with Zhao Yue's few words.

"real?"

"Absolutely true."

"I believe you for the time being, but... you are very similar to your father. If I didn't look carefully, I would have looked exactly like him when he was young."

Song Ye looked at Zhao Yue carefully, and his look made Zhao Yue feel as if Song Ye would eat him in one bite in the next second.

"Can I pass this level?"

Zhao Yue coughed twice and straightened his back a lot.

It's not appropriate to eat me.

After all, this is someone who is related to my father. Wouldn’t it be embarrassing if the father and son became the same people?

Song Yi looked at Zhao Yue carefully and said, "You said that your father has my portrait. Could it be that he deceived me in order to please me and get through this?"

"Is it possible that my previous poems failed to impress Your Excellency?"

"Of course it's not."

Song Yi shook her head, looked at Zhao Yue carefully, and finally laughed.

A smile brings beauty, is this what you are talking about?

How could my father be able to make such a woman fall in love with him?

"The wonderful words just now are very popular with me. Regardless of whether your words are true or false, in short, I am willing to believe it and I am willing to wait. Whether it is one year, two years or ten or twenty years, I will be willing to wait until I die of old age.

wait."

"Now that His Majesty is dead, even Ruan Fu can plot against me. Why doesn't he dare to do it anymore?"

Song Ye fixed his gaze on Zhao Yue.
Chapter completed!