Ruan Chanchan nodded. "I believe you."
Although Rong Xian was not the leader of this tribe at the moment, it could be seen that he would be the one who would take on the position of the leader in a few years. Since that was the case, she could always trust him.
"Your Highness," a small mer walked over to where Rong Xian was standing and then said to him, "The queen has asked you to go and bring some of the aged brew for the guests from the storehouse of the royal residence."
Because Rong Xian was paying attention to Ruan Chanchan, he did not pay attention to the nervous expression of the mer. If he had taken a look, then he would have seen that there was something wrong with the scout mer, who had come to see him.
