Zhan Beiye stared at her, the coldness in his eyes fading as he slowly retracted his hand.

… It wasn't her?

Such a humble gaze, such a sharp tone, such a frail voice, such a foreign… expression.

Although she acted as a martial expert, whenever she looked at him, he had always felt his honest warmth and brightness. This expression… He wasn't used to such an expression.

Just that at that moment, Xuanyuan Cheng had already arrived.

Zhan Beiye immediately pulled back his hand and covered his fingers with his sleeves. Xuanyuan Cheng's gaze swept upon him, then upon the panic-stricken officials and representatives sent by the various nations, and paused for a moment before bowing slightly.

"I did not expect that the Emperor of Han would personally come to the aid of the Empress of Sui. The nation of Sui expresses our immense gratitude."

Zhan Beiye briefly returned the greeting. He wasn't really in the mood to waste time with the Regent King; despite being polite and cultured, he fel