"Sit down and talk slowly," Zhang Ronghua said.
He took a banana, peeled it, and handed it over.
Ji Xueyan's red lips parted slightly, and she took a bite. Her deep and beautiful eyes fell on him, waiting for an answer.
He still held her hand. If possible, Zhang Ronghua didn't want to be like this either. There were some things that couldn't be said clearly. For example, this time, he had clearly taken the blame for the Xia Emperor. Once it was exposed, the hidden mastermind would know that the Emperor's body had recovered, and the consequences would be very serious.
He could even be poisoned in the palace. He could guess with his toes!
In the eyes of the mastermind, the Xia Emperor's body was deteriorating day by day. He had to wait patiently. When he died, it would be the time to turn the tables and change the situation.
If he had known that the Xia Emperor had lived for another eleven years, or even twelve years, would he still be as calm as he was now?
