Yan Ye provided for the Xie army, a beautiful and exquisite royal villa.
The villa was large, with many servants, enough to accommodate everyone.
As Xie Tian and others entered the villa hall, preparing to discuss the current known situation, the voice of a woman whom he glanced at echoed outside.
"Yan Ying, the Princess of Yan Country, requests an audience with the Immortal."
"This little girl is not simple."
Father, being of extraordinary character, could see at a glance that in the million-mile-wide Yan Country, it was basically this princess who had the final say.
Xie Tian thought for a moment and said, "You discuss first, I'll step out for a bit."
With that, he got up and left the hall, seeing at the end of the corridor, the frail Yan Ying kneeling and not getting up.
"Rise and speak." Xie Tian said quietly.
