Minister Qi was silent by this point.
He vaguely sensed that the Beirong Prince was relenting, which was a bit of good news amidst the misfortune. Glancing at King Qi, he lifted his teacup, taking a sip to hide the smile at the corner of his mouth.
King Qi nodded, "Mm, I will do it. Since I have taken the Princess, I will be responsible for her."
His eyes were filled with complex emotions, but it was clear he had accepted his fate. His refined face bore a hint of loneliness and desolation. The Beirong Prince looked at him several times, squinting his eyes, and then voluntarily picked up the wine jug to toast him.
King Qi did not refuse and drank slowly.
"About the weaving machine that Great Minister Qi just mentioned, I wonder what insights you might have." Only then did the Beirong Prince address Minister Qi's words, asking leisurely.
