Huo Yuning was unaware of the Emperor's guilt; after having his fill of food and drink, he took the imperial handkerchief offered by Eunuch Anjin, wiped his mouth, and stood up to tour the Ancestral Temple.
The portraits of the Daqian Emperors from past dynasties all depicted them as burly and stout, each with a protruding belly, their facial features imposing yet not quite real.
Huo Yuning turned to look at Xiao Jun'an, who stood inside the grand hall with broad shoulders and narrow hips, his physique excellent and his face handsome like that of a distinguished young master.
This man bore no resemblance to the Emperors of Daqian's past, whether in terms of physique or facial appearance.
With his hands clasped behind his back, Xiao Jun'an, patiently waiting, immediately noticed Huo Yuning's unfriendly scrutiny.
He feigned ignorance, a tinge of anxiety arising within him.
The weapons Huo Yuning spoke about, the ones akin to divine artifacts, did they truly exist?
