However, his descendants are really unreliable, actually having improper thoughts about her, who is half an ancestor!

She took two steps back, her face solemn and looking very sacred: "Your Majesty, please have some self-respect."

Shen Xu'an was taken aback, then burst into laughter.

"Hahaha!"

Hua Rong's lips twitched, and he almost couldn't maintain his composed demeanor as a sage monk.

After Shen Xu'an finished laughing, he looked at Hua Rong with a smile and said, "Have you really forgotten me? When you were twelve years old, you saved my life."

Hua Rong: "???"

Seeing her confusion, Shen Xu'an's smile vanished abruptly.

He forgot that he had seen the little monk in a dream.

At that time, he had just ascended the throne and was on a private visit.

She was ambushed and seriously injured by assassins sent by Prince Jing, and forced to go to Jingyang Mountain, where she was rescued by a woodcutter.

In this life, he experienced the same thing, but instead of meeting her, he was saved by the Dragon Guard.

He looked at the monk in front of him with a strange expression, and for the first time doubted whether the things in the dream were really true.

"Oh, so the person I saved was His Majesty! This humble monk is astonished; I only just remembered that I had met such an esteemed person before."

Shen Xu'an stared wide-eyed at the monk in front of him spouting nonsense with a straight face.

Hua Rong did not notice the change in Shen Xu'an's expression.

It's true that she didn't save Shen Xu'an.

But the other party remembered it wrong, so why not take advantage of this opportunity?

Hua Rong, without batting an eye, said earnestly, "Therefore, Your Majesty cannot kill the fellow disciples of your savior, nor can you burn down the savior's house. Don't you agree, Your Majesty?"