Within the Imperial Palace Group, in the palace of the Sixth Prince.
Seeing the Sixth Prince read the cryptic letter, he ignited it with the candlestick on the table.
Xiang Qianqian brought in tea, casting a glance at the burning red feather cryptic letter in the jade basin.
Could it be a matter of utmost urgency?
"Your Highness, please have some tea." Xiang Qianqian presented it with both hands.
The Sixth Prince narrowed his eyes at her: "Qianqian, does your Xizhou have a deity named Wang Ying?"
Xiang Qianqian was startled.
"Wang Ying?" She thought carefully, her brows gradually furrowing.
The first person that came to her mind was Xiang Ying.
But how could it be her?
Xiang Ying is a mortal, while the Wang Ying the Sixth Prince spoke of is an immortal.
Xiang Qianqian shook her head: "I have not heard of such a person; perhaps it's a minor deity that is not well known? Your Highness, why do you ask about this?"
