"So you think Emory is suitable?" The Queen's voice deepened slightly.
"At least, Emory is a very capable person, isn't he?" An Yiqing picked up the delicate teacup, from which the aroma of black tea wafted, "Actually, the Queen already has a sense in her heart, otherwise Emory wouldn't be acting within the Durant family. I don't believe with your wisdom and experience, you can't see this. Your Majesty the Queen, let's not beat around the bush, let's speak directly."
Emory waited anxiously outside the study, the soundproofing of the study was so good that he couldn't hear a thing. More than two hours later, the door opened, and An Yiqing finally came out.
Emory hurried to meet her, "Are you okay?"
An Yiqing gave Emory a glance with a smile and stepped away. Emory followed behind her, speculating on the conversation between her and the Queen.
Inside the study, the Queen sat on the sofa. The black tea had already gone cold, but she seemed unaware and took a sip.
