"Your Highness, Star Lord." Mu Sen nodded slightly, his voice steady, "I've long admired you."

Yun Wushu looked at him without responding or reaching out. He simply said, "I've heard a lot about you."

Mu Sen smiled and said, "I heard the lord mention you when we were at the border."

Yun Wushu lowered his eyelids, tugged at his sleeves nonchalantly, and said lightly, "Chriselle's friend?"

Chriselle raised an eyebrow, the smile on her lips not changing: "We are old acquaintances."

"Yeah." Yun Wushu responded and said nothing more.

His eyes fell on the distance between them again, and his fingertips tightened unconsciously.

Yunwushu was a little unsteady and put his hand on Chrisel's forearm.

"Tired?" Chrisel stepped forward and hurriedly supported him, and the distance between him and Mussen was slightly widened with these two steps.

Yun Wushu nodded and said, "I want to sit down."

Chrisel's eyes flickered slightly, then she smiled and reached out, gently rubbing the top of his head, "Okay."

Yunwushu was helped to the chair in front of the desk. "You go to work." He supported his chin with his hand, tilted his head slightly, and looked at Chrisel with raised eyes.

Mu Sen watched from the side, met Yun Wushu's gaze, curled the corners of his mouth in a half-smile, and said nothing more.

Yunwushu sat on the chair, tapping the table with his fingers, his eyes fixed on Chrisel.

There are more and more people around Chrisel.

First, it was Mussen Rein. He frequently appeared in the residence of the Muqier star lord on the pretext of border affairs, and from time to time he discussed military and political affairs with Chrisel alone.

Afterwards, other nobles, military officers, and chamber of commerce representatives came to visit one after another. Yunwu Shu had heard of some of them, while others were completely unfamiliar to him.

He didn't know why, but he cared more and more.