When Xie Yuanjun walked into the imperial study room, Xie Jie wasn't reading a memo.

He sat at his desk, his eyes half closed, his aura around him was cold, I don't know what he was thinking.

Xie Yuanjun's gaze paused on his face, and very quickly covered up that point of infatuation, and dryly knelt towards Xie Jie: "Your Majesty."

"Get up and talk." Xie Jie slowly opened his eyes and looked deeply at Xie Yuanjun, no emotion could be heard in his ...