The cold woman in white no longer looked at the Eighth Princess and instead called over the man in black iron armor from before.
This man could also be considered her servant.
"Send her away, and also warn her not to bother me again. I've helped her enough, especially this one life she owes me, which more than repays any so-called 'favors' I've received."
"Yes!"
The man, as if carrying a dead dog, carried the Eighth Princess out of the palace and once more boarded the flying eagle.
In an instant, the sea of clouds surged, engulfing everything, concealing it all, including the ethereal White Palace.
...
Chuixue Manor.
Maybe it was a craving, but Dong Huiying suddenly had a great desire for hotpot, so the whole family bustled about energetically.
