"I will not--" I shifted my gaze back to the elves, staring at Issa with a serious gaze that I hope conveyed my unbending stance on this matter. "I will not tolerate your slander toward my future husband."
He inched closer to the table and peered down at the minister's writing. Yan Zheyun's tutor had once told him that beautiful calligraphy was a prerequisite to passing the imperial examinations. Although it didn't form part of the formal marking criteria, poor penmanship meant that a candidate's submission would be disregarded altogether by tired examiners who couldn't be bothered to decipher their chicken scratches. Now that Yan Zheyun was forced to read the most long-winded introduction he'd ever had the misfortune to come across in his life, he could see why it was necessary to chuck out everyone with bad writing from the court.
He walked over to his mirror and took out the hair drier from the drawers. "wah, bath felt so good" his shirt fell onto his face. He swept it up and glanced at his reflection. His skin had become slightly pink from the hot bath. "I look like a cooked peeled shrimp,"
"Truer words have never been spoken," he praised with a worryingly mischievous glint in his eyes. "Imperial Concubine Hui ah, rather than attempt to mimic Lord Yue's talents, I'm afraid you might have to start with figuring out how to steal Lord Yue's audience from him."
He inched closer to the table and peered down at the minister's writing. Yan Zheyun's tutor had once told him that beautiful calligraphy was a prerequisite to passing the imperial examinations. Although it didn't form part of the formal marking criteria, poor penmanship meant that a candidate's submission would be disregarded altogether by tired examiners who couldn't be bothered to decipher their chicken scratches. Now that Yan Zheyun was forced to read the most long-winded introduction he'd ever had the misfortune to come across in his life, he could see why it was necessary to chuck out everyone with bad writing from the court.
When he did open his eyes, he was still shocked by the visual impact that hit him. In front of him was a man. His white hair was wet from the lake water. His pair of golden eyes were staring arrogantly down at him. Water droplets were falling from his hair down to his bronzed-colored skin. He couldn't help but follow the path that those drops of water were taking.
Earlier, the system used to be strict. Once, he even had been forced by his system to act as a villain who had slept with the female protagonist. If OOCed, he would end up facing a severe migraine along with an 'error' sound continually, making it impossible for him to live peacefully.
Bright red lips, face too white like he's going to perform an opera, greenish-yellow robes, and a bit excessive hairpins. With such a look, Li Xiu Ying thinks he's the most beautiful ger, even more than a girl.
Shen Qingqiu wondered: What's up with people trying to steal his corpse? How come when he was alive no one wanted him but when he was dead he was in high demand?13