Qin Yitian touched his head, looking distressed, and ultimately did not dare to argue further, whispering, "Then, General, what are you planning to do?"
Lu Qingshan spun around impatiently in place.
Suddenly, he stopped walking, looked at Qin Yitian earnestly, "If the price for your survival is to leave your homeland from now on and follow someone everywhere, to live and die together, would you be willing?"
In the dark palace, the palace lamp in Qin Yitian's hand could not illuminate thoroughly.
She blinked, looking at Lu Qingshan's face that flickered between light and shadow, and asked, "Follow whom?"
"Is there a big difference?"
"Of course," Qin Yitian said cheerfully, "I am the Princess of the State of Qin, the ruler of the most powerful country on this land, how can I become someone's little follower?"
"However, if that person is the General," she blinked playfully, "Upon careful consideration, it seems not unacceptable."
