Wu Mi smiled and said, "Did Your Majesty come here to talk about Princess Consort Zhao?"
Chen Mo nodded and sighed, "She came to find me just now, seeking a plea for her father. Her eyes were swollen from crying. I told her this matter was non-negotiable, but I agreed to let her accompany the army to Shu Residence. Hopefully, this time, she can persuade him."
"Is Your Majesty asking me to go comfort her?" Wu Mi pondered for a moment and then chuckled.
Chen Mo released Wu Mi's hand and instead embraced her slender waist, laughing, "Nothing escapes the Empress."
"I'll go in a bit," Wu Mi leaned her head on Chen Mo's shoulder, "Earlier, a letter came from my sister, Princess Consort De. She has stepped into the realm of a Middle-Grade Martial Artist, and the Innate Spiritual Qi she has absorbed is the Earth Vein Dragon Qi."
