Yu Qinghan's face was frosty as she said,
"No problem, after ascending to the throne, it's just a matter of your own words. You don't need to ask me anymore."
Pei Ming didn't think this condition was a condition at all.
He politely spoke to Monks Cang Long and Fu Hu standing next to him:
"I'm sorry to bother the two of you."
Seeing that her own goal had been achieved, now it was time to restore Yu Qinghan's personal freedom.
The tall and thin Monk Cang Long did not say much, waving his hand lightly.
At last, the golden restriction in front of Yu Qinghan was lifted.
She stepped out, her figure instantly moving forward.
Standing on the eaves of the roof, she looked far away, apparently searching for the location of Huai's pawnshop.
But she didn't see any movement.
"General, this is your stuff."
A soldier was holding a tray with the droplet pendant on it.
Yu Qinghan jumped down, landed steadily, took the storage pendant, and held it in her hand, silent.