Exchanging only a few brief pleasantries, Elder Andulan did not intend to keep Rommel.
However, despite Rommel giving several meaningful glances, Queen Jiabao remained frozen in place, her eyes fixed unwaveringly on Joan of Arc and Cui Beixi, who had just walked into the lord's hall.
The two pregnant women were each holding a set of snow silk baby clothing, pushing their bodies forward to accommodate their protruding bellies, as they leaned against their chairs, meticulously embroidering beautiful patterns. From time to time, they exchanged a few words and smiled, as the faint sunlight bathed their radiant and contented faces, filling the entire hall with a silent whisper of happiness.
"This is snow silk made from Richard's spider web, water-resistant." Daisy's eyes were peculiarly fixed on this Moore warrior.
"The wealth of Ventéclair is truly enviable; we'll be taking our leave now." Rommel gently nudged Jia Bao's arm with his finger, giving her another meaningful glance.
