They seemed to be racing against time, and when they arrived at the council hall, a fierce argument was taking place inside.

"Your Highness! Your Highness Arthur!"

"You're new to government affairs!"

"Please learn more from His Highness Albert!"

"View government affairs rationally and objectively!"

“We cannot risk losing another Prince Zhenguo by raising this orphan of the Winter Wolf in the palace.”

"Yes, Your Highness, we do not intend to mistreat the descendants of Winter Wolf."

"We are just..."

Arthur, unable to bear it any longer, shouted, "You just want to exile him!"

"Let him fend for himself!"

"He is the Winter Wolf King's only surviving son!"

"That wolf king who, even after learning that his entire clan had been abandoned by the Holy Dragon, resolutely fought and died on the battlefield!"

"How dare you!"

"I am ashamed to stand in the same hall as people like you and discuss matters!"

After Arthur finished yelling, the entire arena fell silent.

The ministers were speechless.

Li Aili roared when she first met Arthur.

Arthur has always had a repressed and reserved temperament.

At least 1000 years from now, rather than seeing Arthur roar... he'll probably just be twisting people's heads off with a blank expression...

Li Ai Li could no longer hold back, and she led Conrad into the main hall.

"I do!"

Everyone looked towards the doorway.

Li Aili was fearless. "I am willing to vouch for Winter Wolf."

She looked at the quiet child in the hall.

It was a little boy who was only 8 years old and wore a white wolf hat.

He was very quiet, standing there silently listening to the adults' argument.

Faced with blatant suspicion.

She didn't utter a single word in her own defense... her silence was heartbreaking.

Upon seeing him, Li Aili finally understood why Arthur had been so angry.

A minister looked at Li Aili and said, "Guarantee? What can you guarantee? Is your own life worth a Prince Zhenguo?"

Just then, the announcer's voice resounded throughout the hall:

"Princess Sophia has arrived—"

A princess, clad in gleaming silver armor, strode into the council hall, accompanied by her personal guards.

She went straight to the little child standing in the hall.

A rustling sound came from the armor.

Even Arthur held his breath, "Sophie..."

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Sophia bent down and picked up the tiny winter wolf.

“I will raise him,” the Valkyrie of the Holy Dragon said calmly.