Although Diya had a spoiled personality, she was not a brainless young lady.
In the past, Fiennes would occasionally reveal his ambition to compete for the throne in front of her. He did not even put the high priest in his eyes. In addition, Su Wan had said that the Emperor had not died…
Diya connected the various anomalies that had happened recently and felt a faint sense of fear in the depths of her heart.
In this kind of power struggle, the winner was the king and the loser was the bandit.
What if… her brother lost?
When Ming Ye saw Diya biting her lips deeper and deeper, his brows twitched slightly. His voice was so melodious that it sounded like a cello solo.
"It might be… even worse than what you imagine."
Ming Ye tried his best to state this matter calmly.
