Chapter 690 — Speaker Anqian
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Yet Meiheng acted as though she had not heard her friend's reminder at all, and pressed on stubbornly: "I am curious as to what the actual reason is for the exile of the genetically defective—is it merely because they were born deformed? The Holy Dragon Duchy has been exiled at the coldest northern reaches of the Loren Continent for so many years—is there truly no end to it?"
"...The Dragon Empire has never required exiles to build their nests in the ice mountains. The Senate merely had them leave Tarond; settling at the northern reaches of the Loren Continent was their own decision. And as for the reason for exile... genetic contamination is reason enough."
Meiheng lifted her head, meeting the gaze of that august and aged ancient dragon, whose eyes held nothing but calm candor.
Only after a full two minutes did Meiheng, under the stare of that mechanical prosthetic eye, shift her gaze away. She lowered her head: "I understand, Speaker."
Speaker Anqian regarded the young junior before him. The many devices connected to him throughout the room emitted a pleasant, low hum, and his voice came through the speaker: "Meiheng, you are young and full of vitality—a most precious quality among dragons. I do not mind that it leads you to ask rash questions; rather, I hope you will long preserve this curiosity, and may it accompany you all your life. But there are certain matters that, as you are now, you are destined not to change, and not fit to know. I hope you can understand this."
Meiheng answered with reverence and sincerity: "Yes, Speaker. I understand."
"Go back. Rest a while, then make preparations for the audience ceremony. The God will dispel your weariness and your pain. Once you have fully recovered your spirits, return to your post."
"Yes, Speaker."