"Zhen Mi, go and add some tea." After the second wave of oppressive pressure swept across the Great Han Dynasty, Chen Xi instead calmed down. Once the pressure subsided, he tapped the table with his knuckles and spoke to Zhen Mi.
"Alright, alright." Zhen Mi said slightly shyly, but in an instant, she regained her usual composure, picked up the tea kettle, and slowly walked out, closing the door behind her. She understood that the upcoming conversation was not something suitable for her ears.
"Wen Ru, it seems this is what has been unsettling you," Chen Xi said with a headache. "Let's not even mention the Jade Seal, but the Xuanyuan Three Cauldrons—I'm partly responsible for that as well."
