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Meng Fuyao grinned and answered with pride. "A reluctant yes."

She gave Zong Yue a reassuring pat on her shoulder and 'instructed' him, "Be a good emperor. I'll conduct spot checks." After she said her piece, she turned to leave without hesitation. But somehow, the intense gaze from the man behind her seemed to add weight to her steps, making her feel uneasy. She could only turn back. Without nothing else better to say, she tried to make conversation.

"Hey, why did you refuse to take down your mask despite knowing that I was searching for Zong Yue?"

The man donned in ivory white remained silent. Then, he quietly replied, "Ask me again the next time you come to Xuanyuan."

The corners of Meng Fuyao's mouth twitched. Rolling her eyes at him, she turned away.