Zhao Ling asked worriedly, "Cousin, is the court troubling the Xie family?"
"Don't worry, Ling'er." Xie Mingyu's clear and elegant face didn't change, she just smiled slightly, "based on the reputation of Bishan Academy and grandfather, the imperial court does not dare to do anything to the Xie family for the time being."
Zhao Ling nodded. Indeed, Meng Tianjue was not long on the throne. For the Dasheng Dynasty, who had gradually paid more attention to literature and less martial arts in recent years, he should not be stupid enough to provoke the Xie family as the leader of the world.
"Sister Zhao..." Tietou on the side saw that Zhao Ling was always talking to Xie Mingyu, but he didn't notice him. Finally, he couldn't bear it any longer. He quickly ran towards Zhao Ling, wanting to rush into her arms.
