Xu Lanzhou watched Han Jiaxue board the warship and breathed a sigh of relief. Han Jiaxue was dressed in a female diplomat's uniform, with a knee-length skirt showcasing her black-clad legs. Xu Lanzhou couldn't help but to compare her own legs and thought to herself, "Does the Chancellor prefer the type of legs that Han Jiaxue has?"
She felt ashamed for thinking such a thing and shook her head slightly before stepping forward to greet Han Jiaxue, "Miss Han, welcome aboard."
With a reserved and friendly smile, Han Jiaxue responded to Xu Lanzhou, "Thank you for your trouble, General Xu."
Watching Han Jiaxue's poised and charming smile, Xu Lanzhou inevitably felt a trace of jealousy. She didn't think she was any less than Han Jiaxue, but Han Jiaxue was the Chancellor's woman, whereas Xu Lanzhou was merely the Chancellor's knight, who could at most fantasize about being held in the Chancellor's arms when dreaming at midnight.