Playing the rogue is only natural.
He is still the same Chunyu Yan.
Feng Yun scoffed, "No wonder..."
"No wonder what?"
"No wonder you're so shameless."
Feng Yun hadn't cursed anyone in years.
As Empress, finding someone to challenge her was harder than ascending to heaven. Whenever something happened, she didn't even need to change her expression before someone knelt to plead for mercy. Everyone catered to her whims, yet suddenly encountering someone obstinate like him had coaxed all her little tempers out.
Chunyu Yan let out a low laugh.
"Then, might I shamelessly request Her Majesty to step aside with me for a word?"
Feng Yun stared at him silently.
Chunyu Yan was not Xiang Zhong, the elderly eunuch who resorted to bluster when persuasion failed. He always had a way to succeed.
This man was impervious to both reason and force, unyielding and irrational, making anything said to him utterly futile.
