"I beg your pardon for the inconvenience, young Miss Meilin," Qingyi said, taking a seat opposite Meilin in the small but luxurious carriage, pulled by a powerful spirit bull.
As the daughter of the gold king, she had her own flying ship, but it was undergoing repairs at a shipyard in the royal capital, so she was forced to go by carriage.
"It's all right..." Meilin replied, resting her face in her hands as she looked out of the window.
The landscape slowly changed from a sea of concrete to a lush forest.
"Don't worry about that ice beauty, Junior Brother Qingyi. She only knows how to break men's hearts, there isn't a nobleman in the capital who hasn't been rejected by her.
I highly doubt she loves anyone who isn't in her books!" Mei Xiu declared, rubbing herself against Qingyi.
Meilin ignored those words, just focusing on the distant landscape, trying to keep a calm and composed face.
But her composure crumbled the moment she heard Mei Xiu's next words.
