The Second Consort sat on a soft couch with her legs crossed and her hands in her sleeves; her figure seemed like a statue of an august goddess.

In front of her, Duodun was pacing up and down with a puzzled frown on his face. Then, he abruptly stopped, turned around, and faced the Second Consort. He raised his right index finger to grab her attention, and then said, "You could have taken advantage of the victory and asked for more."

"It's not that easy to delude the Dragon King," Second Consort replied blandly. "Trust me. He will take the bait again."

"Zhe Su wants a negotiation by tomorrow." As Duodun pressed his hands together on the couch, he looked the Second Consort in the eyes. She saw both anxiety and a childlike pleading in his face. "Zhe Su's an old fox. He invited both Shulitu and me because he p[lans on supporting the one who offers the higher price."

The Second Consort's heart softened and she gently stroked his face. His masculine features started melting into the imag