In Yan Shunhua's hand, there was no weapon, only a folding fan.
On the fan were poems inscribed by Fu Guang and the unique seal of the Carefree King.
He stood behind General Xing Sha with a smile, fanning himself. His black hair was partially tied up, with strands cascading down, complementing his face, as resplendent as peach blossoms in the spring breeze, truly embodying the term "full of charm."
The Carefree King's handsome appearance was renowned throughout the land, and his fondness for performing in costume added a touch of allure.
His long and narrow peach blossom eyes could gaze at a stone with utter devotion.
But General Xing Sha had no time to admire this face that captivated both men and women; she gritted her back teeth tighter. "Carefree King!"
Initially, when they received intel on Shenzhou, they truly believed that Carefree King Yan Shunhua was idle and cynically playful, the most wanton among the Four Directions Nobility.
