"It's all because you kept rushing me, I couldn't even think clearly," Anne muttered softly.
Lucas Taylor chuckled helplessly, truly thinking his royal sister was "headstrong" enough, "You take half a incense stick of time to think over each move, by the time I finish this game with you, I'm afraid..." Lucas Taylor laughed and pointed to the eastern sky, "Tomorrow's sun would have risen."
"What's wrong with the sun rising? We can watch the sunrise together," Anne mumbled, pursing her lips, her expression somewhat distracted as if lost in thought.
At this time, a maid came to pour tea and add water. Her hand trembled, spilling water onto Lucas Taylor's python robe. The maid was so scared that she knelt down and kowtowed for forgiveness, "Forgive me, Second Prince, for my clumsiness, dirtying your clothes. I beg for your mercy."
