"Father King, I want to make a trip to the Fire Origin Country!"
Shuiyuan Country.
Inside the imperial palace.
A stunningly pretty young woman in luxurious silk walked into the council hall with natural poise, completely ignoring all the ministers seated there, and spoke bluntly.
Though it sounded like she was asking for permission, her tone was firm as steel.
Go to the Fire Origin Country?
Go to the Fire Origin Country at a time like this?
Could her intention be any more obvious?
The ministers all looked at one another.
The Princess and the Shura Venerable had some kind of history—this wasn't exactly a secret in Shuiyuan Country.
They knew that much, but they didn't know the details of that story as clearly as the King did.
It was his daughter who'd thrown away her dignity to pester him shamelessly, madly in love, dying for him, before she finally obtained the Shura Venerable's favor.
