Zi Mo, who was standing aside, listened to the conversation between the two, his face became silent and solemn.

For some reason, she subconsciously felt that she, a slave, should not hear what His Highness wanted to say next, so before Jiuqing could wait for her to retreat, Zi Mo handed over a cup of warm tea and put it in front of Jiuqing, she became blessed and retreated silently.

Jiuqing stared at the corner of the screen in the study. She was quiet for a long time, and the color in her eyes was flowing, deep and unpredictable.

As time passed, King Chen stood firmly in front of the desk, like a standing mountain, silent and steep. However, his deep eyes always seemed to fall on the woman in the chair behind the desk, as if he was sensing the emotional changes in her heart.

The deep eyes and hearts seemed to have a deep thought quietly disappeared.

I don’t know how long it took, Jiu Qing lowered his eyes, looked at the teacup on the table in front of him, reached out and said lightly: “What the High Priest lets the Emperor’s brother see is the disaster that the Southern tribe is about to come?”

King Chen's eyebrows and eyes suddenly froze, he was silent for a moment, and he nodded slowly: "That's right."

"If I tell my brother, that disaster has actually happened, will the emperor believe it?"

King Chen's eyes changed slightly, and his voice was obviously shocked, "What did your Highness say?"

It is extremely rare to make the Chen King, who has always been as calm as a mountain, lose his composure.

Jiuqing pulled his lips and put the tea cup to his lips with a stiff movement. He drank tea silently, saying that it was drinking tea, but in fact it was more like hiding his emotions.

It was not until a cup of tea was almost seen that she moved the teacup away, quietly held it in her palm, and looked at the edge of the teacup with her eyes down, "The Southern tribe once...had a disaster happened. The prophecy the high priest saw for the emperor's brother was true, but not in the future, but it had passed."

King Chen frowned, unable to understand what she said. Moreover... he had never heard Jiu Qing speak like this voice and tone.

Dead silence, almost empty, without a trace of emotion.

It is not sad and painful, but after the pain reaches the extreme, everything returns to the calm.

The ninth princess of the royal family, Xuanyuan Jiuqing, was innocent and happy. Her smile could be transmitted to almost everyone, and her voice was playful and crisp, like a silver bell.

Jiuqing, who came back after going to Xiling, became much gentler and calmer. Her temperament was changing quietly. The King of Chen didn't think there was anything to be surprised by—

Jiuqing is the crown prince of the Southern tribe. She does not always maintain her innocence and kindness like a child. She needs to grow up, kill decisively, and have the dignity and dignity of rule over the world.

So when she asked, "What does the emperor think my change is because of me?", he answered almost without hesitation: "No matter what, your highness or your highness are the lord of the Southern tribe that I want to protect."

They all knew what their responsibilities were, and King Chen always thought that as long as they knew what their responsibilities were on their shoulders, it was enough.

But he obviously ignored that no one's change could be for no reason.

Compared to the Ninth Princess before going to Xiling, when she arrived in Xiling and after returning from Xiling, her temperament and habits seemed to have undergone earth-shaking changes. After calming down and pondering, King Chen realized that perhaps, this crown prince, who has not yet ascended the throne, has really experienced something that no one else knows.
Chapter completed!