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.
