"Niece Firina, I have something to say to you..."
Firina turned her head to look at the Duke of the Stag, who had a large belly.
"Speak."
The calm tone made the other's brow slightly furrow, but he still endured his impatience and said.
"As the Duke of the Stag, with the blood of the Imperial Royal Family flowing through me, I am obligated to rebuild the Empire."
"I hope niece Firina, you can support me..."
Jasmine heard this and slightly frowned. This guy was truly clueless.
"Where do you get the courage to speak to Her Highness in this way?"
The Duke of the Stag was stunned, then became somewhat angry.
"A maid, is this a place where you have the right to speak?"
With that, he fixed his gaze on Firina.
"Niece, I have fought with your father several times, we are close friends... just give me your words, are you willing to support us in rebuilding the Griffin Empire!"
Firina glanced at him.
"Are you done talking?"
The other was taken aback, somewhat secretly angry.
