"Y... Your Majesty is working inside, it's... not very appropriate to disturb." Xun Zihuai's lips quivered. The winter night was indeed very cold.
But just thinking about seeing her come out later, his heart felt warm. His body was somewhat disappointing, not matching his spirit, not resistant to cold at all.
"Just this once, Lord State Preceptor, you must take care of yourself; Yaan Country still needs you in many places."
"Then does Your Majesty need me?" Xun Zihuai bravely asked, and regretted it immediately. Why couldn't he hold back?
"Of course I need you."
Upon hearing this, Xun Zihuai felt warmth in his heart, looking at Qiann Yan with a fiery gaze. But then he saw her calm eyes, as if a block of ice suddenly hit his head. Your Majesty needed him, but not in the way he had hoped.
