Tomorrow was the big day for Xuan Yingluo, the eldest daughter of the Xuan family, to officially become the Minister of State. It was late at night, and the palace was brightly lit. Xuan Yingluo had returned from the northern lands.
The attendant respectfully handed the Tiger Talisman that Xuan Yingluo had given to the ruler of country A, Lu Yiming. Lu yiming glanced at it, and then his gaze fell on Xuan Yingluo, “Yingluo, this time, you are going to the northern lands in secret. Your Merit is complete. I want to properly reward you. What reward do you want?”
Jun Wuji was not joking. Since Lu Yiming had agreed, Xuan Yingluo could speak up.
Xuan Yingluo was dressed in black. Her shoulders were stained with travel-worn frost. She did not have a cap, and her three thousand silky black hair fell down, revealing a small face that could topple cities.
