"Your Majesty, you certainly have a talent for swooping in to claim the prize."
After Gu Xiangzhu spoke, the air in the hall seemed to turn ice-cold.
Zhao Huan, however, appeared oblivious. He simply sat down with a warm smile on his face. "Oh? My dear consort, what makes you say that?"
There were only two people in the vast hall.
Yet it didn't feel empty in the slightest.
It was as if every inch of air was filled with the glint of blades and the shadows of swords.
But Zhao Huan's expression was composed, as if he were just chatting with his wife about trivial family matters.
"Oh? So you're not trying to claim the prize, then?"
Gu Xiangzhu stopped beating around the bush. "Then why are you stopping me from taking the Alcohol Refining Technique?"
Zhao Huan shook his head with a smile. "My dear consort, you jest. The Alcohol Refining Technique was never yours to begin with, so how can you say I am stopping you?"
"Not mine?"
