Your Highness, I can only help you up to here!
The inner chamber remained quiet.
Just when Ye Qingtang was about to take the opportunity to tell him to not take the trouble and then escape, a deep and sonorous voice suddenly rang in the inner chamber.
"Okay."
"…" Mu Su was about to cry. Stop cherishing your words like gold at this timing!
Ye Qingtang felt even more complicated.
"Lady Ye, how about you show your spirit root first?" Mu Su tried hard to establish harmony.
Knowing that there was no way she could escape at that point, Ye Qingtang could only brace herself and spread open her hands.
With the movement of a faint light, the tiny spirit root was suddenly formed in Ye Qingtang's palm.
"Your Highness, Lady Ye's original spirit root broke, and this is the new spirit root she regrew. I wonder if there's anything wrong with this spirit root…" Mu Su said once again.
