The Empress’ Anger

Loulan palace, the Empress' pavilion. Presently, the empress sat quietly in a gazebo. Beside her, Loulan Xue stood still like a statue.

"What do you think of him?" the Empress asked out of the blue.

Loulan Xue looked at the Empress in confusion.

"Ye Futian," she clarified.

"He is very talented," answered Loulan Xue.

"Besides talented?" the Empress continued to ask.

Loulan Xue blinked a couple of times, still not understanding the meaning behind her mother's questions. Seeing how confused Loulan Xue was, the Empress realized just how clueless her daughter was to these things. Her eyes drifted toward the pond by the gazebo. She said softly, "He's got the look. It's hard to find someone so handsome in the palace. Plus, he is also gifted. Although he is a little young, age has never been a problem when it comes to the world of cultivation. What do you think?"