When Lu Yuan was absent, she was the lofty Empress, before whom everyone in the world had to kneel.
But when Lu Yuan was present, she was willing to restrain her own radiance and let him shine, while she silently gave him her full support from behind.
She could stand on her own, and she could also be an excellent supportive wife.
"Chrysanthemum Elder, you seem to be in quite a hurry. Is something the matter?" Lu Yuan asked softly.
"Reporting to Your Holiness, nothing is the matter!" Chrysanthemum Douluo had indeed had something to say, but seeing Lu Yuan and Bibi Dong like this, he felt that he had come at a rather inappropriate time.
"Is that so?" Lu Yuan cast Chrysanthemum Douluo a faint glance. The pressure contained within his gaze made Chrysanthemum Douluo tremble slightly, cold sweat breaking out across his forehead.
"Let's go, Dong'er!" Lu Yuan withdrew his gaze slightly and took Bibi Dong's hand as they continued forward.
Only after Lu Yuan's figure had vanished from sight did Chrysanthemum Douluo finally let out a breath of relief. He gently wiped his forehead, a trace of fear in his expression. "The Holy Son's pressure is becoming more and more terrifying. Just one glance nearly made me collapse. With his strength, even the High Priest is probably no match for him."
Chrysanthemum Douluo pinched his orchid fingers together, his eyes flickering. "The Holy Son and Your Holiness are being so high-profile and making no attempt to hide it. Once this news gets out, Spirit Hall will certainly be thrown into turmoil again. Others would not dare voice any objections, but it will probably be difficult to explain this to the High Priest."
"But this seems to have little to do with me. The High Priest is already