Qian Renxue gazed into Qian Fan's eyes, her own filled with reluctance to part. "Brother, could you stay here?"
As soon as she said it, Qian Renxue felt she might have asked too much and immediately corrected herself. "Of course, if you really want to leave, I can go with you."
There was a pleading note in her voice.
This was the second time in her life that Qian Renxue had pleaded with anyone.
The last time had been on the night her grandfather left.
Upon hearing those words,
Qian Fan froze for a moment, seemingly not having expected Qian Renxue to ask that question.
He thought for a moment, and an answer came to mind.
Perhaps Qian Renxue could not bear to abandon the regime she had built with her own hands.
Qian Fan ventured,
"How about... we transfer most of the Spirit Hall Empire's government over there?"
Hearing this, Qian Renxue grew even more dejected. Qian Fan had not understood what she meant at all.
She said nothing more, simply sitting down quietly and lowering her head to look at her wineglass and the fine wine within.
The wine was like a mirror, clearly reflecting Qian Renxue's faintly reddened eyes and the tears about to spill from them.
Qian Fan sat to Qian Renxue's right, somewhat at a loss.
After all, he and Qian Renxue had been apart for so long. He could not possibly know what she was thinking in an instant.
In his previous life, Qian Fan's relationships had been limited to just a scant handful of people.
And those people had either been his enemies then or were his enemies now.
Sitting to Qian Fan's right, Xu Yuan'er pinched his arm hard and whispered, "You idiot... is political power what your sister wants? Could you