Xuanyuan Ming wore a black robe, his golden crown adorned with a delicate dragon motif. His sharp, well-defined features were as cold and chiseled as stone, and his profoundly deep black eyes flickered with an inscrutable, eerie light.
Shen Qingyan’s heart skipped a beat. Suddenly, she had the uncanny feeling that a great disaster was imminent.
"Your Highness." With Lian’er supporting her, Shen Qingyan curtsied slightly. In truth, she had no desire to bow, but the chilling aura radiating from him seemed to override her will.
Chapter 49