As Xie Zhixing's heart throbbed, the virtual screen flickered repeatedly like a game that kept disconnecting and reconnecting.
He didn't want to look anymore.
But for such a significant event as the first night, if he didn't keep an eye on it, what if she made a mistake and angered the Emperor, or fell victim to some treachery? Compared to the calamity she might face, his own psychological discomfort and displeasure seemed insignificant.
[Yun Jiao is sitting in front of the bronze mirror, asking the player to apply her makeup.]
[Please select suitable clothes and accessories for her.]
Xie Zhixing didn't know how he made his choices.
Not knowing the preferences of the fortunate dog Emperor towards women, he chose what he liked the most.
"If he doesn't like it, then he can give you to me."
"I like... I like you very much."
