Emperor Xuan Zhao approached and said, "Jimo Beige is devoted to you."

Fu Ronghua raised his eyes after hearing this, "Your Majesty is really afraid of what your Majesty wants to say. It's just a Baizhou. I remember that your Majesty has never taken it to heart."

Xuan Ji raised her chin and said, "A Baizhou, haven't you seen the glory? It seems that several major states today, after the Tomb of the Holy Lady, have been very neglectful towards the Xuan Dynasty. Do you think there will really be another turmoil in this world?"

Fu Ronghua chuckled, "Your Majesty is worried now."

Xuan Ji sneered, "A dead man's tomb gave them the courage to build momentum. Do you think it's ridiculous or not?"

There was anger between his brows, but there was also a deep desire. Fu Ronghua's heart sank, she knew what Xuan Ji wanted.

Recalling what Xie Yu said, she knew that everyone in the world wanted magic, and Jialan happened to have it, but Xuanji obviously knew more than others.

She tilted her head and said, "If Your Majesty doesn't care, why would you come?"

Xuan Ji let go of his hand and said, "This is never what I want."

Fu Ronghua hugged his waist and rested his head on his chest, "What does your Majesty want?"

Emperor Xuanzhao hugged Fu Ronghua, "The world belongs to me, and there is no way to regain it." He stroked Fu Ronghua's long hair, "Would you like to share the glory with me?"

Fu Ronghua laughed silently, "I am not always here."

Xuan Ji rested his chin on her head, "But you want to be against me, don't you."

Fu Ronghua smiled. "Didn't your Majesty already know that what I want, your Majesty has personally destroyed."

Xuan Ji responded softly, "I will let them come back."

Fu Ronghua smiled and said nothing.

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"A Wu went to Jinghe, why do I know it now, Mingsu, you hid it from me." Feng Qing looked at the person in front of him gloomily, unable to maintain his gentle look anymore.

Mingsu flicked the ashes on his sleeves and said, "I never hid anything from you."

Feng Qing approached, "What on earth are you doing, Mingsu, what else is your identity?"

Mingsu's glassy eyes revealed a hint of doubt, "You are doubting me." He smiled and shook his head, "Have you ever thought about the benefits of harming the Emperor Ji and me?"

His pure confusion made Feng Qing frown slightly. He looked at him carefully and sat on the stool. "Mingsu, you'd better pray that you have nothing to do with this matter."

Mingsu shook his head, looking at him with an expression that was like looking at a playful child, showing a bit of tolerance and helplessness.

Feng Qing looked heavy, "There are many dangers in the saint's tomb, and no one knows what they will face. That is the saint's last protection of Jialan, and there are also coveted things in it."

He pursed his lips, "Why was it discovered, Xuan Ji? What he wanted was the secret of eternal life."

Mingsu raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, "Who wouldn't want to?" He raised his fingers and looked at his youthful skin as always, "But what's the use? Watching old friends disappear little by little, what immortality brings is only decay.

Loneliness and a desolate heart.”

He closed his eyes slightly, "If I had a choice, I would rather never get it."

There was a bit of deathly silence and sadness around him, "The loyal monarch is gone, the saint who protects the people has disappeared, Feng Qing, we have gained eternal life, but have lost our vitality."
Chapter completed!