Hearing the word "gift," a guilt-ridden Mi Xi almost fell from the sky, flapping her wings frantically to stabilize herself.
Looking at her colleague dripping with sweat, Yousi asked with a suspicious expression.
"What's wrong with you?"
Mi Xi shook her head nervously, with sweat pouring down her forehead.
"No, no, nothing… Just hand it over to me, and I'll pass it to Her Majesty. You better go back now."
Yousi: "Ah? Is that okay?"
Mi Xi unilaterally grabbed the remaining tribute and stammered.
"The Blood Palace is unmanned right now, right? What if Lord Demon King has an emergency? Don't worry, I'll tell Her Majesty it was your contribution!"
"Ah, the credit is a minor issue, Yousi would still be Qianqian's most trusted servant even without any credit!"
Puffing out his chest proudly, Yousi patted Mi Xi, who was holding a stack of clothes, on the shoulder as if instructing his own underling.
"Since Mi Xi has said so, I'll leave it to you then."
