Feng Xuxu smiled faintly. "First, I am here for the sake of diplomatic relations between the two countries; I have no ambition to unify the world, and neither does my husband. Secondly, although I'm not a Saint, I can't bear to see the commoners starve to death." Throughout, Feng Xuxu believed there was a certain reason for her inexplicable journey through time, and she didn't believe in ghosts or gods, finally unable to explain the process of her arrival.
Following a moment of silence in the room, Feng Xuxu turned and returned to her own chambers, leaving a few people staring at each other in bewilderment.
The next day.
The bedroom in the main hall of Zhaoxia Palace was a picture of tranquility.