In the middle of the night, there was a wind, and the flimsy cloth curtains whistled. The brazier in the tent kept swaying, and the undulating light and shadow outlined the kneeling curve, and also reflected the silent king.

Shulot raised his head silently, looked at the night sky above the zenith, and stared at the bright moon. After a while, he lowered his eyes and opened his mouth quietly.

"Miawa, I have already asked King Avit for the title. The seaside land will become the fiefdom of my eldest son Xiuhua."

"Your Highness...

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