Turning to get a glance of Gui Wan, Zheng Liu’s face displays unclear intentions, holding his hands behind his back as he takes his leave. Li gong-gong was left dumbstruck for a moment, hurriedly trotting along after him, wanting to speak up to inquire about the matter just now, but sees Zheng Liu’s gloomy look showing no signs of dispersing, eyes filled with complexity, he immediately shuts his mouth, silently walking.
This Emperor with eccentric personality, joy and anger never truthfully displayed, exactly what is going on with him today? Such obvious mood swings that even his servant is able to sense it.