After Yuwen Yi left.
Duan Ximu walked out of the wardrobe, holding a handful of melon seeds.
Xiao Ziwu also resumed his usual expressionless expression, picked up the peach wood sword he was going to give to his precious child to play with, and persistently carved a heart pattern on the hilt.
"Is Your Highness planning to showcase your talents at the palace banquet?"
Duan Ximu sat slumped in the armchair with a relaxed posture, tilting his head to ask.
"Xiao Ziyan is unconscious, and it's most reassuring that he didn't cause trouble at the palace banquet. I need to seize this opportunity to cultivate a few more court officials who support me. That way, I'll be able to compete with him once he recovers."
Although Xiao Ziwu was given a minor post to receive envoys, he was not in the public eye to be seen by the officials, so no one would put him in opposition to Xiao Ziyan.
Because he is not qualified yet.
Therefore, he must not miss the opportunity to attend the palace banquet.
After he finished speaking, he lowered his head and focused intently on carving a heart on the hilt of the sword. His serious profile looked exceptionally handsome in the lamplight.
Duan Ximu suddenly clicked his tongue in confusion and said, "I'm still a little curious, why did Your Highness suddenly decide to compete for this supreme position?"
The room fell silent for a moment.
Duan Ximu heard him speak in a low, hoarse voice.
"I want to give my baby a stable life."
The carving stopped.
His deep phoenix eyes were slightly red, and his expression seemed somewhat frantic: "Only by ascending to that position can I trap her and keep her by my side forever."
What exactly does that eerie white nightmare signify?
He could touch anything in his dreams, but he couldn't get close to that hospital bed or see the face of the person on it.
If my baby isn't from this place...
She was used to the vibrant beauty of other places, but now she was in another, unknown place...
Then we should give her the most love and security in order to keep her!
"...Isn't that right?"
His tone was calm, but his eyes held a turbulent mix of emotions, like a raging storm churning beneath a calm, dark lake.
Why did you suddenly become so engrossed in your conversation?
"Your Highness, please calm down!"
Duan Ximu pressed down on his shoulder, feeling pain.
"Fine, fine, I won't ask anymore. No matter which path Your Highness decides to take, I, Duan Ximu, will accompany you to the end."
"Thank you, Master." Xiao Ziwu pursed his thin lips, snapping out of his irritable mood.
He slowly moved his tense wrist, a slight cracking sound coming from his knuckles, and said calmly, "If Master has the time, it would be best to teach Shi Que as soon as possible. I'm worried that Lin Ruhong might act desperately and things could change."
This is much more important than anything else.
Duan Ximu waved his hand dismissively, "Okay, okay."
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