Mr. Li exited the room.
The Beili Emperor glared at Xiang Minghou.
Xiang Minghou craned his neck, staring at the doorway.
The Beili Emperor let out a heavy sigh. The dignified Great General was utterly flustered by a little girl. If someone were to find this weakness, his Great General could be easily manipulated.
A weakness?
A question suddenly formed in the Beili Emperor's mind: if this child were captured by an enemy army besieging the city, would Xiang Minghou save the little girl or open the city gates?
The Beili Emperor's expression turned complex in an instant. Though it was a hypothetical, a general absolutely could not have a wavering heart.
A general, like the Imperial Family, should have no emotions or attachments. Only then could one feel at ease using him.
After waiting for a long while and seeing no one enter, the Beili Emperor was about to speak when his gaze was drawn to a round, pink ball.
