So if there was no Jiuqing's existence, King Chen could be well deserved to be the emperor of the Southern tribe.

"Does the emperor have any regrets in his heart?" Jiuqing was a little curious, really just curious. "If it weren't for me, the emperor would undoubtedly be the emperor of the Southern tribe. Perhaps he has ascended the throne now. With the courage and sense of responsibility of the emperor, the southern tribe will only become more prosperous and powerful, and it will inevitably be a blessing for the people of the world."

Zi Mo, who remained silent since King Chen arrived, heard Jiuqing suddenly ask such a question, and he couldn't help but breathe tightly, his face suddenly became uneasy, and he subconsciously glanced at King Chen.

Your Highness really dares to ask.

If it were someone else, it would be too late to be afraid of King Chen. Can such a sensitive topic be asked casually?

Even if King Chen has regrets in his heart, can he tell his regrets truthfully? Wouldn't he tell her in person that he still has ideas about the throne?

My Highness...

"Your Highness is too worried." King Chen seemed a little helpless, but his tone of speech was a little more relaxed than before. "The Southern tribe is the responsibility of His Highness and the minister. In his position, he is all for the inheritance of the Southern tribe's country. It's just that His Highness's responsibility is to govern the country, and his responsibility is to protect the country. That's all, what regret does Your Highness think?"

Well said.

Zi Mo suppressed his beating heart and secretly praised, King Chen is worthy of being King Chen.

Jiuqing was just curious and never suspicious of King Chen, so after hearing this, he was not very moved because he was expected.

However, she suddenly said in a strange way, "If one day in the future, I am no longer suitable to be the emperor of the Southern tribe, then the emperor's brother..."

"Your Highness should not finish your words." King Chen spoke lightly, and took the initiative to interrupt Jiuqing's words for the first time, with a hint of coldness in his tone. "Your Highness is the lord of the Southern Clan chosen by the gods. If one day is no longer suitable, it must be because of the King Jin of Xiling. Your Highness thinks that can I still tolerate someone who makes the Southern Clan emperor give up the throne?"

Jiuqing was suffocated and glanced at him silently.

It's really... there's no room for comfort.

"Go and do your business, I won't waste your time." She sighed and stopped worrying. "After arriving in Dongyou, I will send me any message to me at any time - of course, I mean the main business."

King Chen nodded: "I will leave."

After the words came, he turned around and left, his figure as tall as a pine tree, always exuding a strong and powerful momentum.

"Your Highness..." Zi Mo finally breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at the direction where King Chen left, twitched his mouth twice, and looked at Jiuqing with a confused face, "Why did your Highness ask everything? I was so scared that my heart was about to jump out."

Jiuqing glanced at her lightly and said in confusion: "When did you become so brave?"

As he said that, he stood up from the chair, reached out and touched the hexagram mirror, and all the pictures disappeared instantly and everything returned to peace.

Zi Mo's mouth twitched.

How dare she be so brave? It was obvious that when His Highness spoke to King Chen, she was too ruthless.

Moreover, "Why does Your Highness say that one day you will no longer be the emperor of the Southern tribe? You won't have any ideas, right?"
Chapter completed!