Rong Heng stared at the grand doors of Maoqin Hall, his peripheral vision fixed on Gu Lan. When he lifted his head again, his pitch-black eyes had turned icy.
In a moment, the Emperor, surrounded by Zhang Fengcai and a group of palace attendants, walked into Maoqin Hall.
Rong Jing, donned in a bright yellow Dragon Robe, slightly narrowed his long, enchanting eyes, his gaze sweeping over Gu Lan and Rong Heng one by one.
He first saw Gu Lan and inadvertently furrowed his brows slightly.
Those rebellious and sharp eyes were exceedingly bright, showing neither awe nor fear, only a pure scrutiny and appraisal, as if in Gu Lan's eyes, he was not the Emperor but an ordinary man.
Such a gaze reminded him of Rong Heng in his youth.
No wonder... as Qian Ruotong said, Gu Lan could become friends with Rong Heng.
However,
Rong Heng could only ever be a mediocre and unremarkable subject at his feet, never allowed to have friends.
