The Emperor was a man of fine features. As a prince, he had been a dashing young man. After ascending the throne, power was a trial by fire that burned away all his arrogance and pride, leaving a firm core in their place.
Wherever the Emperor gazed, prosperity and abundance were sure to follow.
Countless people exhausted their minds and spent their fortunes, all just to capture the Emperor's attention.
And at this moment, in those eyes that countless people admired, only her reflection could be seen clearly—an oval face, phoenix eyes, and upturned lips. Her lips were beautifully shaped, the corners slightly raised, as if she always carried a hint of a smile.
Xie Che loved the contradictions in her. She had seductive eyes but a cool temperament. Her lips were always curved in a faint smile, yet it was the hardest thing to truly please her and win one of those smiles.
"Have you gotten a good look?"
Jiang Xian hummed in affirmation. "Yes, Your Majesty, I have."
