Indeed.
Shang Luoluo looked up to Zhao Ya.
"Do you know about the situation in the Great Yan Capital City?"
In Shang Luoluo's mouth, the way she addressed Zhao Ya often changed.
Sometimes it was Young Master Zhao, sometimes it was Young Hero Zhao, and now it had turned into Zhao.
Zhao Ya didn't mind this at all. Shaking his head, he said, "How would I know about the affairs of the Capital City."
Shang Luoluo didn't reply, but instead reached out her delicate hand to arrange the teacups on the table into several groups, then pointed to the largest group among them.
"This is the royal family of Great Yan. Having passed down for hundreds of years, although it's in decline now, its power in the Capital City is undoubtedly still the greatest."
Then Shang Luoluo pointed to another group, second only in number to the royal lineage.
