Xiao Luming looked coldly at An Ji.
His expression was grim.
An Ji tightened his lips, refusing to compromise.
"So, where's my sister?" Xiao Luming asked slowly, his voice icy.
An Ji's heart stirred slightly.
He looked up at Xiao Luming, somewhat speechless.
"Promises to Chaoyang, and what about my sister?" Xiao Luming questioned him.
An Ji's fingers involuntarily curled into a fist.
"An Ji, think it through and then tell me what you really want!" Xiao Luming threw out these words, then lowered his head to pick up the brush and ink, reviewing the memorials.
An Ji stood for a long while in the grand hall, watching Xiao Luming review the memorials.
The two said no more words.
Yet many thoughts were unspoken but understood.
An Ji walked out of Qiankun Hall, aimlessly wandering within the Imperial Palace.
He stood by the lake, silently gazing at the water, lost in thought.
"Brother Du."
Behind him, Gao Chaoyang's voice sounded.
