Although he couldn't be considered a person of the Great Xia Empire, his ancestors ultimately carried the bloodline of Great Xia.
The bloodline must not be betrayed.
The blood in his bones still ran hot.
The secretary responded, "Yes, President Ji."
On the other side, in another VIP room.
Mo Yanwen's expression lifted slightly, his eyes widening slightly, and he blurted out, "Your Majesty, she..."
Yu Xiheng reopened his eyes, the killing intent receding, and smiled faintly, "She's fine, isn't she?"
"Yes." Mo Yanwen nodded, "I feel ashamed that I can't say the same thing as her."
Yu Xiheng didn't say anything more, but looked at the flowers below the windowsill.
Mo Yanwen followed his gaze and saw the trees swaying in the wind, branches dancing through the window.
He understood, "Your Majesty, is it windy? Shall I close the window?"
