Chapter 591 Sitting on the Throne and the Beauty (10)

This voice is so nice to hear.

His tone was rather cold, with a coldness that was rare for men in this world. Such a coldness with a hint of snow made it impossible for people to have any charming thoughts about him.

Fu Yue raised her eyes and looked over. Her thick and curled eyelashes opened like a fan. When her eyes fell, she was stunned for a moment, then immediately returned to her expressionless face.

The man you see.

She has a slender figure, wearing a very simple snow-colored robe, and her black hair is simply tied up with a jade crown. The most eye-catching thing is her almost immortal beauty.

A high nose bridge and slightly dark eyebrows.

Wen Xian has a pair of quiet and peaceful eyes, with extremely deep pupils, which make her look even more attractive against the light thin lips.

He walked over at a leisurely pace and continued to repeat what he just said, "If it is just because of father's will, there is no need for your Majesty to come here."

Wen Xian stood not far from Fu Yue, and did not salute. He just held a cat in his arms and teased the cat while lowering his dark eyelashes. His attitude towards Fu Yue was extremely cold.

Fu Yue could tell.

The original owner and this person were probably married by being anointed, and they had no feelings for each other at all.

At this moment, Fu Yue wanted to complain about her original look.

Just by looking at Feng Jun's stunning beauty, she had surpassed An Zixuan by countless streets. How could Ji Lan fall in love with An Zixuan in the first place and turn a blind eye to such a great beauty.

Hearing Wen Xian's words, Fu Yue raised her eyes and looked at him, "Since Lord Feng knows why I am here...then you should also know that I will not go against my father's wishes."

Wen Xian held Mao's fingers for a moment, then glanced at Fu Yue, then lowered his eyes, opening and closing his thin lips: "That's right, since you are here at Weiyang Palace, your Majesty, you can do what you want, I will leave."

After saying that, Wen Xian turned around and left.

The beauty's temperament is the same as his own.

Cold and inhumane.

She didn't give Fu Yue any good looks at all, as if she didn't care at all that she was the supreme emperor of Qi.

Fu Yue: "..."

Her Fengjun temperament is indeed cold, and can even be said to be eccentric.

Fu Yue was not angry. After all, Wen Xian was just a stranger to her, so there was no need to be angry.

At this time, a question suddenly appeared in Fu Yue's mind.

Did Wen Xian participate in the murder of the original owner?

No wonder Fu Yue would doubt him. After all, even after the death of the original owner, she, the titular Fengjun, has always lived well, as if she was not affected by the change of dynasty at all.

This is not normal.

Fu Yue's long eyelashes covered the cold murderous intent that flashed through her eyes. Her slender fingers were gently clasping the ink jade tabletop, thinking about something. Anyone who knows her knows what this action means.

Since I can't make a decision at the moment.

Fu Yue was not too entangled. She sat in Weiyang Palace for a while and then left. She only arrived at the entrance of Weiyang Palace.

She discovered something.

That is--

The door of Weiyang Palace was locked from the outside, and the people inside could not get out at all.

Fu Yue: "???"

The empress's majestic and beautiful eyebrows suddenly darkened, and her face almost dripped with ink, "You are so outrageous, who locked the door? Don't you want your head?"

A trembling voice came from outside the palace door.

"Your Majesty, please calm down. This is Lao Fengjun's will. Your servants dare not disobey it."