Truth

Fang Wenshi had earned merit, but he had also left the Dragon King with a difficult problem.

"The Queen showed remarkable courage, winning Little Yanzhi's trust on her own. I think the Dragon King ought to make time to visit her, for the sake of both duty and personal feeling."

Gu Shenwei couldn't help wondering who the strategist's "brilliant plan" had really been meant for. Still, he had to admit that the Dragon Army had benefited the most. "I will."

Fang Wenshi took his leave. Gu Shenwei sat alone for a while, then went to meet Shulitu, calling Molin along the way.

The twelve-year-old already had three King's Titles to his name. On his very first day, he had weathered the test of battle and remained astonishingly calm and composed, contrary to many people's expectations.

"I've been looking forward to meeting the Dragon King," he said. His voice was a little soft, like a little girl's, but he had a composure that was neither servile nor arrogant, making him hard to underestimate.

The guards and attendants tactfully withdrew. Nie Zeng and Han Wuxian made no move to leave. They remained at Shulitu's side, looking more like his people than the Dragon King's.

"It seems you've changed your mind," Gu Shenwei said, making no allowance for the fact that Shulitu was a child.

"Hard to say." Shulitu glanced at the Khan's Wing Guard beside the Dragon King. "But Silver Eagle standing with the Dragon King has certainly made me trust you a little more."

"Your Highness recognizes me?" Molin asked, surprised. He remembered meeting the Old Khan King's great-grandson only once, a long time ago, when Shulitu had been no more than five or six.

"Someone described you to me. Actually, I remember you myself. The Old Khan King trusted you