The moment Westheid finished speaking, Luyetan's effortless smile faltered.
The beautiful eyes of Yuanxi Palace trembled for a moment before she composed herself and returned to a calm, formulaic smile.
"Duke Qinghui... what are you talking about?"
Westheid had seized the initiative again. The corners of his mouth lifted as he said:
"Money is meaningless to you—it's just a number. That being the case, the interest will naturally have to be paid with something Yuanxi Palace truly cares about... Haven't the generations of the Yuanxi Clan always been troubled by their impure bloodline?"
Luyetan subconsciously touched her own lovely, pointed ears and forced a smile.
"What are you talking about? It's true I'm not a pure-blooded human, but the Imperial is very tolerant of all races. A bit of Elf blood is hardly a big deal, is it?"
"I recall that when we first met, Yuanxi Palace specifically emphasized that you did not have Elven blood."
Westheid said flatly:
