Monica gave a charming smile. "Anyway, with all you've done for us, this little tax is nothing. If it weren't for the risk of arousing dissent among other nobles, I would suggest directly granting you a few cities. That way, it would also save you the effort and money of building a new territory."
Ji Chen chuckled lightly. "If you do that, His Grace might be heartbroken. His most beloved daughter is giving away cities."
Monica covered her mouth and giggled, her eyes forming crescent moons. Her ample bosom shook uncontrollably, a sight to behold.
"Oh, by the way, how is your mother doing now? Is she feeling any better?"
As soon as this topic came up, Monica's face immediately turned sorrowful. "I don't know why, but my mother's condition has worsened. Father said that yesterday morning, she could still speak, but now she can't even utter a word, and she has fallen into a coma."
Ji Chen's expression subtly changed, confirming his earlier suspicions.
