Feng Yuran stood up, his purple robe with gold collars shimmered. He spoke with the two eunuchs beside him with a smile and turned to walk away. The two eunuchs walked away in a different direction. If one looked carefully, the would notice that he was heading in the direction where Mo Xuemin went earlier.
This was the first time Mo Xuemin was seeing the elegant and gentle King Chu up close.
His warm dark eyes looked as if they were smiling, making one feel as if they were bathed in the spring wind. He looked very friendly. Mo Xuemin keenly sensed that King Chu treated her differently from the others. His eyes would sweep past the flower racks and the pots of flowers. Even though it did not look as if he was doing it intentionally, his gaze would stop on her for a few more moments.
