He clenched his fists tightly, then slowly released them after a moment, stepped forward, opened his arms, and embraced Shen Qingyan. "I already have a candidate for secret envoy. Su Yanqing, the head of the Department of Etiquette, is a very good candidate! Sister, please don't leave again, okay?"
The evening breeze passed through the window lattice of the Imperial Study Room and rolled up the thin files on the case. The bloody fire and the pain of life and death when they were young seem to still linger between the two of them. In the past, they had no choice but to struggle to survive in the cracks of the palace; now that he is the emperor, he is doing everything he can to keep his only relative.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty" Shen Qingyan called Shen Yu softly, and said softly: "It's safest for me to go."
Philosophy: Shen Qingyan has been wandering all over the place, meeting close friends, idiots, and old friends, but he still refuses to leave his fate to others. She broke free from the shackles of the world, proving that women can also control mountains and rivers, and rise and fall under their own control.
