"Alright."
Jiang Shouzhong sighed and lay down beside her.
At this moment, Yelü Miaomiao slowly woke up, murmuring softly:
"No, Empress Dowager, my husband now bears the power of the Heavenly Divine Fortune and the Dragon Soul. If it isn't released, it will surely wound his soul."
She struggled to sit up, but her already weakened and soft body refused to obey, and she fainted again just halfway up.
Xiao Lingqiu's expression was uncertain.
She looked up at Jiang Shouzhong and coldly said, "Are you deliberately coming up with such a low-life method to deceive me?"
Jiang Shouzhong chuckled bitterly, "Believe it or not."
"Hmph, I don't believe it."
Xiao Lingqiu's lips curled into a sneer.
But seeing the faint golden glow around Jiang Shouzhong, she couldn't help but worry, "Is it really true?"
Jiang Shouzhong didn't respond, gently brushed a stray lock of hair from Miaomiao's face, kissed the girl's forehead softly, and said tenderly, "Just sleep for now."
