Su Xiaoxiao and Wei Ting paid close attention to the commotion in the pavilion.
Due to the distance and the cover of the curtain, the two of them could not hear or see clearly.
They could only judge the progress of the negotiations based on the looming figure.
After an unknown period of time, Su Xiaoxiao became sleepy.
She yawned and placed her chin on the branch in front of her. "Does my father have so much to say to the Empress Dowager?"
Wei Ting placed his palm under her chin to let her rest comfortably.
"My father fights whenever there's a disagreement in the countryside. He doesn't like to reason with people."
