Leave.
Muo Huangnian slipped one hand into his pocket. Hearing this word, he was momentarily dazed, but then curved his lips into a smile. "She won't leave me. Qin's Castle is her home."
"If you take the Second Young Master Qin with you, Madam will agree. After all, she already has your child,"
The secret guard stated rationally. "But if you don't plan to give up the position of High Priest, I think it's time to make a decision. After all... you've already started wavering. Dragging it out will do no good."
Wavering?
A cold, merciless arc formed at the corner of Muo Huangnian's eyes. Wavering? He had never wavered.
Trying to win back a woman's heart, or lowering himself to please a woman—these were nothing more than diversions amidst his pursuit of power and ambition.
Like a glass of milk after a meal—pleasant to have, but inconsequential if missed.
Besides, he still had so many years left in the rest of life. He had all the time to make her fall in love with him again.
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