After bowing multiple times and formalizing the treaty, the party of elders finally departed, their hearts full of joy and adoration for their new little genius ruler.
The moment the heavy gates clicked shut and the courtyard fell dead silent, the "unconscious" body in the snow suddenly stirred.
Rong Ye sat up from the frozen ground, shaking the white snow off his long hair. He let out a low chuckle, his dark eyes shining with absolute amusement as he looked at his clever wife.
"Those old fools," Rong Ye muttered, brushing the frost off his shoulders as he stood up.
"They clearly stood no chance against my wife's sharp tongue. They could never outsmart you, Lanlan."
Su Qinglan stood there, a proud, beautiful smile gracing her lips as she watched him walk over.
In her arms, the little fox cub Ciao Ciao was still wearing the exact same smug, arrogant expression, his nose still pointed toward the sky.
