"At ease." Xia Wanyuan did not put on any airs.
Xia Wei wanted to help her sit beside the dragon chair, but Xia Wanyuan gently pushed him away.
She knew that Xia Wei was really helping her sit over, but she could not go over.
When the world was in chaos, no one would pay attention to these etiquettes. At that time, the generals and emperors could also get along.
However, now that the world had been decided, without rules, nothing could be done.
Sensing Xia Wanyuan's resistance, Xia Wei was stunned when he saw her sit on the lower step. Then, he turned around and returned to the dragon chair to sit.
At this moment, Xia Wei suddenly felt a sense of desolation.
He knew that Xia Wanyuan would always support him, but he also knew that something was different.
On the peak of the imperial power, there were some paths that could only be walked by him alone.
