Shen Tang really didn't need to worry about him.
The two of them entered the inner chamber and dismissed the serving Beastmen. She personally brewed a cup of flower tea and handed it to Shen Li, "This time you're leaving, without other matters, you probably won't come again for a long time, right?"
Even though the two had opened their hearts and were no longer concerned about past matters, the fact was there—they were kings of two great empires, living apart, both busy with governance, and had little time to meet.
"Yes, I don't know if Xiao Tang'er will forget me. Here's a little something for you, so when you see it, you can think of me." Shen Li opened his palm, revealing a fiery red little fox jade carving, lifelike.
Clearly a static little object, yet the ten fluffy, long tails seemed to sway gently in the wind, full of adorable charm.
Shen Tang's cat-like eyes widened, "This… isn't this the one I carved earlier?"
