"In three days, it will be the succession ceremony. For the next few days, I won't disturb you elders."
The magic barrier slowly dissipated, marking the official end of the meeting.
Everyone rose to their feet and left the hall.
Arriving in the garden, Velin looked up at the moon in the sky. He had to admit, it was truly bright.
As expected, over the next three days, Great-Uncle Iverios and the others would certainly meet with some people. After all, at their level, this was the only time they could gather so completely.
As for him, naturally, he would do whatever felt most comfortable. After all, he had only a few acquaintances in the royal capital, and not a single one with whom he was particularly close.
Walking along the bluestone path, Velin arrived at his own courtyard.
Outside the door, two maids stood quietly on watch.
"You may leave."
"Yes."
After respectfully bowing to Velin, the two maids stepped back a few paces, turned, and left the courtyard for the side rooms.
As maids assigned to this place, they needed to remain on call twenty-four hours a day.
At that moment, inside the room, Xuemya sensed the figure outside. She closed the book in her hands and got down from the bed.
Pushing open the door, Velin walked in. He had barely closed it when he saw Xuemya already standing behind him.
Xuemya removed Velin's outer coat and hung it on the coat rack before asking, "What was the result of the discussion?"
"Just as you thought." Velin wrapped Xuemya in his arms from behind, leaned against her shoulder, and whispered into her ear.
"How many?" Xuemya closed her eyes, inhaled her husband's pleasant scent, and cooperatively asked.
"Take a guess. If you guess correctly, I'll take you