The atmosphere suddenly turned ambiguous.
A man and a woman drew closer to each other.
Yang Ming could even hear Zhu Zhuqing's nervous heart pounding wildly. Every beat seemed to tempt Yang Ming to go a step further.
Feeling Yang Ming's breath, so close it brushed against her face, ticklish and warm, Zhu Zhuqing was like a startled little rabbit. She let out a soft cry and hastily took two steps back.
After straightening her slightly disheveled clothes, Zhu Zhuqing lowered her head, not daring to meet Yang Ming's eyes directly, and said urgently:
"Yang Ming, I'll leave my sister's matter to you. I just remembered there's something urgent at home that I need to handle, so I'll be going back first."
For the usually quiet and reserved Zhu Zhuqing, saying so much in one breath seemed somewhat difficult.
After taking a few breaths, Zhu Zhuqing quickly turned around and fled as though she had oil beneath her feet. She moved so fast that her graceful figure vanished in moments.
A strand of dark hair carrying a faint fragrance drifted down from the air and slowly landed in Yang Ming's palm.
Yang Ming secretly shook his head with a smile and said:
"Looks like I was still a little too impatient."
With that, Yang Ming returned to his seat, wrote a long passage on a sheet of white paper, and stamped it with his seal.
Just as Yang Ming had told Zhu Zhuqing, clearing Zhu Zhuyun of her charges was actually very simple. All it took was a single word from Yang Ming.
The entire Star Luo Empire had been conquered by Yang Ming alone. Who would dare oppose him?
The officers of the Heaven Dou Empire's army could not.
Neither could the nobles and officials throughout the Star Luo