Reminded by Yan Li'an,
the King of Zhao only then recalled that this Mei Ji was indeed a beauty found by his men in a small remote mountain village six years ago.
Upon closer reflection now, there indeed seemed to be a deliberate element to it.
"The night is deep, King of Zhao should rest early," Yan Li'an's gaze deepened, "Indecision leads to chaos. I trust King of Zhao is certainly not someone who would become lost in the indulgence of female company."
He was always outspoken, yet he managed to cater precisely to the King of Zhao's taste.
He liked those who spoke arrogantly, like they're above everyone else, and moreover, those who seemed to look down on people through their nostrils.
Watching Yan Li'an close the door of the room, the King of Zhao clicked his tongue twice under the moonlight.
"Why must it be a man..." Such a face, truly a waste.
Yan Li'an closed the door and went straight to bed to sleep.
He wasn't concerned that the King of Zhao would disagree.
