Xie Zi Yuan had not expected to encounter Xiao Chenyuan and QingWu at the Temple of Cloud's Origin.
His expression remained indifferent as he stepped forward to greet them. "I greet the Dread King and the Queen."
His gaze briefly swept over the figure cradled in Xiao Chenyuan's arms before quickly averting. "Is My Queen feeling unwell?"
QingWu let out a soft, delicate cough, covering her face with a round fan. "Forgive me, Lord Xie, for making a spectacle of myself! I caught a cold on the way coming here. Cough, cough."
Even as she coughed, her hand discreetly pinched Xiao Chenyuan's arm, signaling him to put her down.
But the man acted as though he felt no pain. Instead of letting her go, his grip tightened slightly, holding her even more securely.