Li Guanyi's voice fell into Li Zhaowen's ears, and in an instant, Li Zhaowen's right hand behind her back clenched slightly, her nails pressing into her palm. The slight pain made the skin of her palm pale, but it allowed the expression on her face to remain as composed as ever.
She examined the Emperor Qin in front of her, trying to find the appearance of his youthful self on that face. In the end, she only smiled slightly and said, "Your Majesty, you've come to the Western Regions, why not let me know so I could prepare a proper reception for you."
Li Guanyi laughed and said, "If I hadn't come, would you have come on your own?"
Li Zhaowen remained silent, her gaze shifted, and she naturally laughed:
"Your Majesty still has the leisure to discuss poetry at this moment, it seems."
The Emperor Qin made no comment.
