When Qingyi left the throne room, without a single hair out of place, he was immediately greeted by looks that carried mixed feelings.
Qianyao's two guards showed curiosity on their feminine faces, while the old man looked ready to swallow his own heart out of sheer rage.
Qingyi ignored everyone, embracing Qianyao and placing a kiss on her sweet, plump lips.
"How did it go?" she asked as soon as their lips parted, blushing softly.
"Good, but your father wants to talk to you now. It's important," he whispered in Qianyao's ear.
She nodded, a weight lifting from her heart. Separating herself from Qingyi, she entered the throne room.
With Qianyao no longer by his side, Qingyi focused his eyes on the Elder.
"What is it, old man? Do you want to be humiliated even more?" Qingyi revealed a smile full of contempt to the elder, who almost spat blood.
