Daoist Lingxu never expected to receive a plea for help from the Crown Prince at this moment. What kind of quarrel requires her to mediate?
Previously, she had heard about the severe condition of the Crown Prince's illness, yet she never received this scroll. She had thought the Crown Prince had forgotten about it, and she often sighed in resignation over the lack of fate. Who would have thought she would now be asked to save someone?
Noticing the extremely respectful Yan Luan bowing her head and silently waiting, Daoist Lingxu couldn't help but ask, "Are you really acting on the Crown Prince's orders? This isn't a stolen scroll, is it?"
"I wouldn't dare steal anything from His Highness, the Crown Prince!" Yan Luan couldn't help but lift her head, tears brimming in her eyes, feeling greatly aggrieved. Unknowingly, her charm came through.
Daoist Lingxu sighed, "Truly befitting the royal family, even your kin... enough, I'll go then."
