"Your Majesty, please accept our condolences."
Once the three major families and seven clans had left with their patriarchs' bodies, only Bai Li Xi, Li Qing, and the four members of the Yun Cang Yun clan remained in the rear mountains.
Yun Yunyang stepped forward and bowed respectfully.
"It's fine. I already knew of my ancestor's plan," Bai Li Xi said, waving a hand dismissively as he walked into the pavilion and sat down.
Inside the pavilion, the tea remained warm, but the person who had brewed it was gone.
For a moment, Bai Li Xi sighed inwardly. His ancestor had sacrificed far too much for the sake of the royal family.
"Have a seat, all of you. No need to stand," Bai Li Xi said, smiling faintly.
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
Yun Yunyang, his three juniors, and Li Qing expressed their gratitude before sitting down.
"You didn't seem surprised when I mentioned what had just transpired. Why is that?"
