Avenue was bustling with people coming and going, but it didn’t obstruct the line of sight between the two of them.
Their eyes met, and both of their expressions seemed to pause slightly.
Generally speaking, when strangers’ eyes meet, a sense of embarrassment would involuntarily rise from within, as if getting caught in the act of peeping, even if it were just by chance. One would subconsciously want to look away.
But at that moment, neither of them looked away, just blatantly staring at each other.
It wasn’t surprising that the Emperor had such confidence—after all, he was the Son of Heaven. He could openly look at whomever he wanted, and it was the person being looked at who should immediately bow down, feel the aura of his imperial majesty, and decisively move their gaze away.
Xiao Hen moved his gaze away, not out of guilt or embarrassment; his expression was very calm, like a waveless ice lake.
The Emperor continued to watch Xiao Hen intently.
Zhang Dequan caught the Emperor’s expression and thought to himself that something bad might happen, forgetting that the Emperor and Xuanyuan Empress had their serendipitous encounter right at the entrance of Lingbo Academy.
Xuanyuan Empress was fond of cuju, and Lingbo Academy had the largest cuju field in Shengdu. Xuanyuan Empress came here almost every other day.
The Emperor, while studying at Lingbo Academy, was once hit unconscious by a polo ball kicked by Xuanyuan Empress as he passed by the field.
Lying on the ground, upon opening his eyes, he saw Xuanyuan Empress coming over to check on his injury.
Afterward, the Emperor told Zhang Dequan’s godfather—the former chief steward of the Imperial Household—that he had seen a fairy.
Zhang Dequan couldn’t fathom the Emperor’s thoughts, except he was certain about one thing: the Emperor had deep feelings for Xuanyuan Empress.
During the years when Xuanyuan Empress was sent to the Cold Palace, not a day went by without the Emperor asking for updates about the Cold Palace.
Xuanyuan Empress had numerous opportunities to walk out of the Cold Palace, but she chose not to.
It was less that the Emperor confined Xuanyuan Empress to the Cold Palace and more that Xuanyuan Empress simply didn’t wish to see the Emperor again.
"These eyes do somewhat resemble the ones of Xuanyuan Empress back then. Could it be that His Majesty has taken a liking to her and intends to bring her into the Imperial Harem?" Having muttered this to himself, Zhang Dequan was startled by his own speculation.
"Uncle! Uncle!"
The Little Princess, dissatisfied with the Emperor’s distraction, got up to tug at the Emperor’s sleeve which hung down from the carriage window.
Unfortunately, her effort was in vain.
The Emperor withdrew his gaze and said to her, "For your first day, to have made friends, it seems you like it here very much."
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