Suo Lun's gaze fell on Haidei'er's exquisitely beautiful face, but his eyes lacked focus; clearly, he wasn't admiring the beauty before him.
Yan Mo said, "My dear brother, is this really such a tough choice? I know I'm asking for the moon by trying to take away your trump card weapon, the Sky-Shaking Thunder. But isn't survival more important? Sea trade is your lifeline, isn't it?"
Suo Lun closed his eyes to ponder, while Zhen Yan Princess, his liege, remained silent beside him, as if all this had nothing to do with her.
However, as Suo Lun closed his eyes in thought, Zhen Yan Princess quietly stepped forward, rested Suo Lun's head against her chest, and began to gently massage his forehead and temples.
Seeing this, Yan Mo too felt a tremor of unease.
