The past forged them and carved their delicate qualities, polished them into brightly shining diamonds that were now known to the public as the wise King and his faithful servant. No one knew the long past that stood behind them, and no one needed to know. Those were all buried six feet under, and the murky scent of death was masked with tranquility which the land of Xi now held.
"Xu Jiaqi alone will not be enough. And it's not even her purpose to hold the throne. She is going to give it to Xie Yongrui, but not out of grace and paying her debts.. But because she wants to sit behind the throne, working everything from behind the scenes." He Yiyuan spoke.
"Is that another of your perception?" Zheng Jianyu raised a brow. He Yiyuan having such strong and vocal points about Xu Jiaqi meant that there really was something going on with the girl, enough to shake this man up to this point.
"Mhm. And it shall eventually happen."