Inside Ningkun Palace, Zhao Huiying used her hand to prop her forehead and half leaned against the soft couch. The Zhao Clan's patriarch, Zhao Kun, was sitting on the side uneasily. After a while, seeing that the Empress did not have the intention to speak, Zhao Kun could not help but speak cautiously.

"Your Majesty, have you come up with a solution?"

Zhao Huiying opened her eyes with a trace of impatience. "Eldest Brother, I told you long ago that you could ...