"Then... with An Bingfeng's status and power, if the issue cannot be thoroughly resolved, even if I return to Taohua Village, I would still be in the palm of his hand." An Ning said.
"Don't worry, just live the life you want, leave the rest to me." Sikong Wuyou gently comforted her.
"But, you're just a humble County Magistrate, how can you stand against the current Prime Minister?"
An Ning said this without any other intention; she just wanted to see if Sikong Wuyou would be honest with her.
And Sikong Wuyou did not think much of it, instead, he patted her head and said, "You wouldn't despise me just because I'm merely a County Magistrate, would you?"
"Of course not, I don't despise you, I... I like you too much to do that."
The latter words were almost mumbled out of her.
In her heart, Sikong Wuyou was like a lofty and unattainable high mountain flower.
