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Xiao Ruo waited for a moment without hearing a response, lifted her head from his embrace, saw him with his eyes closed as if asleep, sighed lightly, found a comfortable position in his arms, and soon fell asleep as well.
Hearing her steady breathing, the man slowly opened his eyes.
Unpredictable are the affairs of the world; he could never have imagined his background having issues when he promised the Emperor years ago, nor that the Emperor knew his identity and still entrusted him with heavy responsibilities.
He had met with the King of Cangming, and it was impossible for the Emperor to be entirely without reservations towards him, but he could not walk away now, for he knew too much.
In fortune and misfortune, over these years, the more power he had, the more pressure he must bear now.
Of course, even if the Emperor didn't relieve him of his powers, he would slowly hand over the relatively confidential Dark Guard Camp and that hidden team.
