Now that they have all talked, Lu Juan also breathed a sigh of relief.

"There is one more thing I would like to ask the Yi patriarch."

Hearing this, Yi Zhi looked at Lu Juan.

"I also want you to introduce the patriarch of the Davites on your behalf." Lu Wan raised the corners of his lips slightly.

Yi Zhi bowed her head, she had thought of this from the moment she understood their intentions.

"I'll give it to Mayan now."

"There's the Patriarch of the Lao Yi."

......

Ming.

Concubine Ming leaned back on the chair and stared at the letterhead in front of her, her eyes cloudy.

The sound of footsteps came from her, and she came back to her senses.

"Patriarch." The man's chin shook, and when he looked up, he revealed a picturesque and clear face.

Seeing the person coming, Concubine Ming suddenly smiled

"Yan Wat, you're here." She got up with a smile and walked over to the man, pulling him straight back to her seat.

Glancing at the seat dedicated to the patriarch, the man's dark purple eyes flashed with a hint of deep meaning.

"The slave just saw that the patriarch was worried, did something happen?" Yan Wat smiled on his lips and said softly.

"I said that you don't have to be a slave in front of me, you are me...... It's my sweetheart, and I didn't say that you should call me a concubine when no one is around."

Concubine Ming's beautiful cheeks were crimson, and her eyes were even more tender.

"It's not in order." There was a hint of "helplessness" on the man's face, and the smile on the corner of his mouth faded a little.

"I'm the patriarch, and what I say is the rule!"

"Good, good, clan... Concubine." Yan Wat nodded, and reached out to brush a strand of Concubine Ming's hair behind.

Concubine Ming looked at the man in front of her stupidly, her red lips opened slightly, and she slowly closed her eyes and approached the man.

Looking at the emotional Concubine Ming in front of him, the man's originally gentle smile instantly became sarcastic, and a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes, which was fleeting.

The knobby paper slowly stretched out from the sleeve, and the thumb gently brushed the woman's red lips, and Concubine Ming opened her eyes violently and met the man's deep eyes.

Yan Wat chuckled, looked down at the fingertips stained with some rouge, rubbed his fingers slightly, and raised his eyes to look at her, his eyes affectionate and with some suppressed desire.

Yan Wat's every movement was full of ambiguity and teasing, one look was enough to make her blush and heartbeat, thinking of the picture of their ears and temples grinding, her face was flushed thoroughly, and even the tails of her eyes were pink.

The shy lowered eyes, missing the coldness in the man's eyes.

"Yan Wat." Concubine Ming raised her eyes, but saw the man's gaze fall on the letterhead on the table.

Thinking of something, her face turned ugly again.

"These should have been sent by Fu Yu, and the concubine was worried just now because of this."

"Yes, Fu Yu's ambition is getting bigger and bigger, and it's just insatiable." Concubine Ming's eyes were stained with anger, and she slapped the table hard, and the table top shook and the dust overflowed.

Yan Wat reached out to hold Concubine Ming's hand and kneaded it gently.

"You're angry again, and you're always angry with the table, but destroying so many good tables won't solve your troubles."

"Fortunately, you found the hardest dark iron in the world to make this table, I almost burned your heart again, it's not good for me." Concubine Ming held the man's hand and smiled beautifully.

"I'm useless and can't solve your troubles."

"How so! With you by my side, I don't have any worries, but it's just a plague, and there's really no need to be so angry."

"Well, what is the concubine going to do?" Yan Wat glanced at the contents of the letter silently.