The sound came out of Yang Siying. When she saw him climbing the eaves, she jumped into the air and then jumped up.

Yang Qiuyu smiled slightly, shaking the folding fan in his hand and said, "Come up and see how big the palace is."

The fire elf flew up with a smile. She didn't know what to do. Anyway, she just liked to follow Yang Qiuyu, and she couldn't feel comfortable without him.

"What's the lights there?"

Yang Qiuyu looked up at the distance, and a big fiery red lantern was coveting in the sky, emitting a dazzling light, looking sacred and silenced.

I could vaguely hear the noise of the crowd, and I didn’t know what to do.

"That's the Yanlou Club. It must be a big girl who got married or something. Someone competed to snatch her."

Yang Siying touched three thousand black hair and said everything he said.

The envious eyes shine like stars, and this action is beautiful and moving.

Although there are sunstones in the palace, the night is the same as during the day, Yang Qiuyu feels a little deserted, not as described in ancient China, and may be because of the lack of people.

If the Chinese emperor came, I don’t know how many beauties he would marry to raise them in the palace. Maybe it was because this world did not have that kind of custom, or the Holy Emperor didn’t like it.

Thinking of this, Yang Qiuyu couldn't help but speak: "Where is your mother? Why do I just feel that there are only you and me in this palace and those guardian soldiers?"

Yang Siying made a clue for a while and said calmly: "I don't know, I haven't seen it since I was a child. Maybe I'm dead. My father has never told me."

"Hey, how old is your father?"

Yang Qiuyu saw that she was not unhappy, so she did not intend to comfort her.

"It's seven thousand years old, I've been a Holy Emperor for more than a thousand years." Yang Siying gave the thumbs up, and she was really inaccurate.

"I'll go... it's amazing, then I can call you an old woman." Yang Qiuyu thought that such a beautiful woman must have been thousands of years old, otherwise how could she release her mindfulness?

"You are just an old lady! I'm only less than 17, okay?" Yang Siying was dissatisfied when she heard him say this, and her fists were about to clench.

"…Oh, it feels so awesome that I can't get married until I'm seven thousand years old..." Yang Qiuyu touched the back of his head. The man he saw looked only about 27 years old, but he was a Holy Emperor.

His face was suspicious and he couldn't believe it.
Chapter completed!