It is impossible to touch a hair of Luo Qingyue. What if Luo Qingyue is allowed to suffer such injustice?
He really had no guarantee that his son would do anything earth-shaking.
Yun Xian suddenly narrowed his eyes and smiled. It was only for a moment, but it was much better than when his face was gloomy just now. "Emperor Tian, Yun Xian likes to hear what you said."
"Yunxian, you seem to dislike that child Yunxi very much?" Jun Lintian asked boredly.
A warm smile filled Yun Xian's wrinkled face, "Miss Luo is generous in appearance, person, and thoughtful. How could I not like that child?" [
Jun Lintian pursed his lips, with a rare hint of a faint smile on his lips, "I think there is a bit of adulteration in your words."
Unzen: "
Shrugging his shoulders, he said nonchalantly: "Let it be whatever the Emperor of Heaven says."
Jun Lintian chuckled and shook his head, but said no more.
Time flies like clouds and water, three months have passed in the blink of an eye.
Holy Qing Empire, Holy Qing Palace.
Looking at the unknown distance from the window, with a small figure and a noble aura, is this person not Jun Wuxie or who else?
Behind him stood Yun Feng. Yun Feng was rarely quiet today and no longer joked casually.
Behind Jun Wuxie, he had a serious look on his face, one big and one small, forming a sharp contrast.
"Three months
Although people are small, their hearts are not small.
"I haven't seen you for three months. Qingyue is now sixteen years old. That girl has grown up.
Yun Feng just stood quietly, watching and listening
"There are still two months, right?"
"Yeah." Yun Feng was silent for a long time and responded in a low voice.
"Two months
However, the words that were as light as the breeze contained a hint of sadness and reluctance.
He only has two months left, Qingyue
"Emperor
"I believe if Miss Luo
It’s just that it’s been three months, no matter how far away it is, it’s time to come back.”
A room of silence
Even Jun Wuxie's breathing could not be heard.
After a long while, Jun Wuxie did not turn around, but an undercurrent passed through his ink-like eyes, and his childish yet pleasant voice slowly sounded, "You mean you are not alive?"
"Emperor, actually you already have the answer in your mind, don't you?
Would you rather search and wait so hard than admit the fact that Miss Luo is dead?"
Yun Feng raised his head and looked directly at Jun Wuxie's back. His words were firm and he was no longer as unruly as before.
"Answer?" Jun Wuxie turned around suddenly, his dark ice eyes met Yun Feng's helpless eyes, "Qingyue died, do you want me to believe this answer?
Not to mention that I don’t believe it, even if I believe it, Qingyue will not die!
Besides, if Qingyue really dies, I believe that her soul will come back."