"What should I do about Xia Yuan, the Ninth Princess?"
Wang Ping thought of Xia Yuan, the Ninth Princess, once more and fell into brief contemplation.
This simulation showed that as long as he joined the Sword Spirit Sect, Xia Yuan, the Ninth Princess, would mean him no harm.
"A generation's Empress dying before her time would be far too regrettable. If she does not die, Great Xia may yet rise from the dead, and the people of the Xia Kingdom can live and work in peace, without tens of millions being killed or wounded."
In the end, Wang Ping made up his mind.
Besides, if he kept her alive, he could make her owe him a great favor, which would be of immense benefit in the future. As for using her to find Mo Fan, that would merely be an incidental matter.
The next day, when Wang Ping came down to the first floor of the inn for breakfast, he saw that Xia Yuan and the other two were already seated there. All sorts of breakfast dishes covered the table, their fragrance wafting through the air.
"Brother Wang, good morning. Would you like to join us for breakfast?" Seeing Wang Ping come downstairs, Xia Yuan waved her folding fan and smiled as she invited him.
"Sure." Wang Ping nodded and sat down.
"The weather is bright and sunny today. I would like to invite Brother Wang to stroll around Blackwind Town with me. I wonder if Brother Wang has any free time today?" After breakfast, Xia Yuan smiled and extended another invitation.
"Since Brother Yuan has invited me, naturally I have the time." Wang Ping nodded slightly, his gaze deep as he said meaningfully, "However."
"However what?" Yuan Xia asked curiously. The old woman and Dong Er also looked