Ye Xin had thought that she was doomed this time, that her death was certain.
But to her surprise, it was at this critical juncture that Lin Qian actually appeared, which truly was an unexpected joy.
Looking at the familiar face, Ye Xin's entire body went limp in Lin Qian's arms; these past days, the entire burden of the Huaxia Empire had pressed solely on her shoulders, and she had endured indescribable immense pressure.
You must understand that she was, after all, a woman, suddenly taking control of such a vast empire, and despite being highly talented, she was extremely weary.
After all, she didn't have Lin Qian's controlling system, nor did she have Zhuge Ming from Xuanhuan Star and the massive Heavenly Art Department's support behind her—she only had herself to rely on at that time.
Fortunately, her efforts weren't in vain, as the Huaxia Empire ultimately held on until Lin Qian's return.
Suspended mid-air, Lin Qian, clad in a white robe, held Ye Xin quietly aloft.
