"Alright, I understand,"
Chu Dazhuang nodded lightly and spoke softly before he stood up and walked directly toward the outside of the room.
On the bed, Diana watched Chu Dazhuang's retreating figure, and her gaze turned cold again.
She was naturally not kind enough to really educate Chu Dazhuang on these matters. On the contrary, after spending some time with him, she had thoroughly figured out his character—the type who feared neither heaven nor earth and looked down on others, thinking he was something special because he had some ability.
However, Chu Dazhuang did indeed have some ability; in the entire Ugandan royal family, there really weren't many who could handle him.
But, as the saying goes, all roads lead to Rome.
At this moment, Diana also felt somewhat relieved. Thankfully, the Imperial Concubine Wu Ji had chosen Ma Xiaoqin as the sacrifice. After all, as a deity who had lived for a thousand years, it would be very easy to subdue Chu Dazhuang.
