Speaking in a roundabout way, expressing concern for your wellbeing, yet leaving no room for refusal.
Mulan Jin's breath slightly tightened; how could the Emperor already know about what just happened?
His gaze first flickered toward the man who had come to report earlier, then he clasped his hands in a certain direction and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty."
Xuansu walked past him, craning his neck to peek at the night sky outside the window. His fan fluttered cheerfully, and he whistled, "The rules of the Artifact Refining World are really falling apart. Oh, how I wish I could see what kind of chaos this is going to stir up. Unfortunately, I'm just destined to be a mere errand boy."
Straightening his posture, he turned and covered his mouth with the fan, smiling mischievously, "I'm off."
