Xia Chichi knew Zhao Changhe truly had no ambition to rule a kingdom. He had even given Snow-Treading Crow the dragon qi he carried within him.0

Of course, if he really desired it, there was likely no end to the dragon qi he could command. Yet giving it away so easily to his horse showed that ruling had never crossed his mind—he genuinely did not care for it.0

But that did not mean she, Xia Chichi, wanted it. It was not something she desired just because he offered it to her.0

Yet when she met Zhao Changhe’s gaze, she chose not to say this.0

He meant well, after all. Perhaps in his heart, the dynamic between her and Xia Longyuan would always be that of father and daughter. What Xia Longyuan had done before was inhumane, but not beyond comprehension… In the end, she herself had not sorted out how she felt on the matter. There was no firm desire one way or the other. So, she decided to take things as they came.0

Originally, she had planned to return and fight the northern invaders with him. Wandering around...0