In a foreign land, with danger looming, it was imperative to leave quickly. When Xia Daoyun offered to carry him on her back, Lu Qingshan had no time for hesitations.
At this moment, Lu Qingshan's throat felt somewhat dry, and his breathing had involuntarily become much heavier, "The throne has been passed to you....."
Xia Daoyun spoke lightly, but the weight of this sentence was unimaginable.
Which meant that Xia Daoyun's current identity was...
Empress!
Thinking this, Lu Qingshan couldn't help but widen his eyes.
From his angle, he couldn't see Xia Daoyun's face directly; he could only glimpse her profile through her hair.
"Hmm." Xia Daoyun replied with a soft nasal sound and then instinctively twisted her neck—a side effect of Lu Qingshan's inadvertently intensified breathing landing on her skin through the strands, making her itchy and stirring an unprecedented, indescribable sensation within her heart.
