Xia Feng refused decisively and clearly.
The Empress was not surprised, nodding: "Very well, these are indeed two separate matters."
"I am not a tyrannical Divine Lord."
Beneath the dark gold emperor's robe, she elegantly crossed her legs, her divine eyes looking down disdainfully, "The matter of tracing your blasphemous act will be discussed separately. As for Guihua's contract rights, Xia Feng, you may make the appropriate requests, and as long as they are within reason, I can satisfy you."
Her indifferent, cold pale vertical pupils quietly gazed down, reminding Xia Feng of his first meeting with Evil Dragon Miss after she awoke.
Whether in tone or in posture, it was so similar.
The Empress's vertical pupils lightly narrowed: "Hmm?"
Xia Feng smiled: "Your Majesty, surely you don't think I am unaware of the secrets hidden within Guihua?"
Of course, he didn't know any secrets, but it didn't prevent him from unsettling the Empress.
