Aghia paused for a moment, turning around to see Xie Jie sauntering in. His lips were slightly curved in a playful smirk as he looked at her.

How long had he been listening?

"Your Majesty."

Beauty Yun had already knelt, her tearful countenance combined with her reddened, swollen face making for a funny sight.

"What's wrong?" He ignored Beauty Yun, stepped forward, grasped Aghia’s wrist, lifting her from the ground and pulling her into his ...