y something to us?” Si Lili asked.

“Her identity now is Fan Xian’s friend. This point must be made known to the entire world.” After the Emperor said this, a complicated expression flashed through his eyes as he turned, preparing to leave the city walls. His eyes suddenly lit up and became faintly satisfied.

On a carriage that was leaving, they saw Fan Xian wave in their direction with a broad smile on his face. The Northern Qi Emperor smiled slightly. He was just about to wave his hand in reply when he suddenly realized something was wrong and forced his arm down, sighing in his heart.

Fan Xian put down his hand and sat back in the carriage. Looking at Thirteenth Wang, who was refusing to let go of Sigu Jian’s ashes for even a moment and Haitang sitting by the window and looking at the scenery of her country, he spoke silently to himself in his heart, Women, brother, see you.

“See you often” did not mean to see each other again. But, Fan Xian did not think like this. Everyone in the world who knew of his plan thought he was a madman and wouldn’t be able to come back alive from the Temple. He didn’t believe this. Ye Qingmei could, and so could he.