Under Mo Xie and Asharuiya's expectant gazes, the Nine Nether Queen smiled apologetically and bowed slightly as she explained.
"My king, I'm sorry, but nothing in the sleeping quarters can be damaged, including the white jade steps beneath your feet. There are still a few collectibles inside, though. If any interest you, you may take them."
"Ah, fair enough..."
Mo Xie sighed at her words, though he did not feel particularly disappointed. He had already more or less guessed as much.
After all, if there had been countless treasures and rarities here, the Ancient King would not have died so easily, and China would not have fallen into turmoil back then.
"All right, let's not linger, then. Let's head up."
Having thought it through, he withdrew his gaze without hesitation and decisively made his way toward Xianyang Palace.
Seeing this, the Nine Nether Queen's lovely face broke into a charming, coquettish smile. She gazed at Mo Xie's retreating back with admiration and adoration, then glanced at Asharuiya beside her. Her smile immediately vanished. With a cold snort, she swayed her shapely hips and followed him.
In her eyes, this human girl was merely a consort, utterly unworthy of being mistress of the palace, and undeserving of her respect.
Asharuiya caught the Nine Nether Queen's disdainful look. Her pretty face turned icy, and she made no effort to be pleasant in return.
She was deeply worried about Mo Xie and felt somewhat hesitant. After all, she had no idea whether her little brother would still be her little brother once they entered those so-called sleeping quarters.
Although Mo Xie had assured her nothing would happen, that did not mean she could stop worrying. Especially... especially when she feared that sly female ghost might drain her little brother's yang energy!
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