"Vassal Lord Yan Ya, you're overthinking things. What I said was truly sincere. After all, His Majesty rules over the entire Taixuan Demon Realm; how could his harem be left cold and cheerless?" Mu Qingge squinted her eyes and chuckled.
Mu Qingge's words brought a hidden delight to Yan Ya's heart.
She ridiculed internally, 'This woman is indeed quite foolish. Just a few words and she's utterly charmed, losing her way. Not to mention that His Majesty's harem could be filled with whoever she desires, but even displaying herself as a Princess before the grand wedding would deeply displease His Majesty.'
After a disdainful internal sneer, Yan Ya stood up gracefully and bowed courteously, "Then I must thank you, sister, in advance."
Having said that, she suddenly seemed to recall something and reacted.
With a wave of her hand, a tray appeared in her grasp, upon which sat a steaming black pot.
Mu Qingge's gaze inadvertently flicked towards the tray.
