“Huh?” Zu An was stunned. Someone had spoken up for him? He couldn’t begin to decipher who the emperor was talking about. Was it Chu Chuyan? But she would never have been granted a private audience with the emperor, right?

The emperor’s expression grew gloomy. He walked over to the window and gazed into the distant skies. His initially vicious expression had softened slightly. “Back then, I owed them a favor…”

His voice trailed off. He was reminiscing, but Zu An didn’t know if he was remembering that person, or something else from his past.

Zu An was stunned by the emperor’s expression. He was probably thinking about some old flame. Also, why does the emperor look so much like a simp?

Was there some woman in this world that was beyond his reach?

This speculation instantly ignited Zu An’s thirst for gossip. Who was this woman? And, even more strangely, why would this woman speak up for him?

When did I ever meet someone...