As she drew closer to the main hall.
Luo Qiufu discovered that Lu Mingyuan's aura had changed completely compared to a year ago when he was just a Prince.
He wore the Nine-Five Dragon Robe, its dragon motifs snarling and brandishing their claws, and a Fire Virtue Jade Belt that radiated a sharp, enterprising spirit. His gaze was piercing, sizing her up, yet his face was an expressionless mask that betrayed none of his true thoughts. In every word and deed, he was imperceptibly becoming more and more like an Emperor.
Gone was some of his former restraint and concealment, replaced by a certain domineering confidence.
She also had the strange feeling that Lu Mingyuan had become even more handsome than before...
In response to Luo Qiufu's plea, Lu Mingyuan's expression was placid. Seated, he took a light sip of tea and said:
"Why should I help you? Give me a reason to dispatch my troops."
