"Holy girl, you are not allowed to see her without the king's edict. You understand this."
Xu Sixin's face covered by the veil froze slightly. Fortunately, half of her face was blocked by a piece of tulle, so no one could see that she was blushing.
"Aunt Hua, I'm sorry. Aunt Sheng is old and frail, and she just knelt for so long. I...I'm worried about her walking..."
The Holy Aunt gently patted the back of Xu Sixin's hand, smiled lightly and said, "It's okay, you stay here and wait for me."
The holy girl forced a smile at the old man, and could only watch helplessly as the holy aunt followed Aunt Hua into the Zhaohua Hall, leaning on a cane and with her back bent.
The copper wall and iron wall outside Zhaohua Hall blocked the admiration and attention of many people.
The saint's fists clenched under her sleeves, feeling a little sad in her heart.
It is really a pity to miss such a good opportunity to gain presence in front of the master.
Aunt Hua, with a mean face, led the old saintly aunt through the corridor to the entrance of the main hall. She stood outside the hall and reported softly: "My king, the saintly aunt has been brought here."
A young man with a very clean and refreshing face walked out of the hall, nodded to Aunt Hua and Saint Aunt, "Please."
The holy aunt staggered into the main hall.
Amidst the bright lights, the man rested his chin on one hand and sat on a large, exquisite and gorgeous chair.
The cold and emotionless brows showed a look of sullenness and fatigue.
The holy aunt quickly knelt down and trembled, "Greetings to my king."
Shen Yi raised his eyebrows slightly, and the shadow between his eyebrows was extremely cold.
The holy aunt felt a chill all over her body, as if she was being suffocated by a poisonous snake. Her heart seemed to be clenched in a fist, making it difficult to breathe normally.
Suddenly, this terrible feeling of suffocation disappeared.
The handsome young man in plain white uniforms in front of him suddenly smiled.
As if thousands of miles were cleared in an instant, the snow melted and the ice faded, and all the fears seemed to be added to the imagination.
"Holy aunt, I still remember that you hugged me when I was young and taught me for a long time."
"We haven't seen each other for many days. Why is the holy aunt so cautious about being alone and not as close as before?"
"The old slave is scared." The saintly aunt felt that her whole body was chilly, and she lay prone on the ground, with a trace of fear flashing in her eyes.
I always feel that this young man is particularly scary when he laughs.
And why should I talk about my childhood?
Shen Yi stood up slowly, his long and wide robe trailing across the cold brick platform, and walked slowly to the holy aunt step by step.
"Why should the holy aunt and the orphan be so indifferent?" The young man bent over and helped him up.
However, the holy aunt felt that when the young man's cold fingertips touched her arm, her heart seemed to have stopped for an instant.
The suppressed sense of urgency came like a huge wave, making the old woman's legs weak.
The young man held her firmly and smiled so tenderly, but there was ice and snow between his brows.
"Holy aunt, be careful."
"Many, thank you very much, my king. This old slave is scared." The holy aunt glanced at Shen Yi in fear, unsure of what the young king was thinking at this time.
The suppressed sense of urgency came like a huge wave, making the old woman's legs weak.
The young man held her firmly and smiled so tenderly, but there was ice and snow between his brows.
"Holy aunt, be careful."
"Many, thank you very much, my king. This old slave is scared." The holy aunt glanced at Shen Yi in fear, unsure of what the young king was thinking at this time.
The suppressed sense of urgency came like a huge wave, making the old woman's legs weak. The sense of urgency came chasing her, making this old woman's legs weak. The sense of urgency came chasing her, making this old woman's legs weak.