"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, many military vehicles have come, so many military vehicles!"
Ni Shengnan knelt before the altar, her lips curling into a pleased arc, and without turning her head, she whispered softly, "I know!"
Five minutes later, four or five soldiers escorted a solemn and grave official to her presence, "Miss Ni..."
"There is no longer a Ni Shengnan in this world!" The pope clasped her hands tightly, still kneeling before the altar in a praying posture.
"Madam Pope, it's a special emergency situation, our superiors have requested we take you to Beijing immediately for an extremely important matter that requires your assistance!"
"Wait a moment..."
"What?"
"I said wait a moment, let me finish morning prayers!"
Afterward, the small Prayer Room fell silent, the rushed soldiers and the official stepped out, standing straight as statues just outside the door.
