Zhao Yi's thoughts raced, but his face remained calm.
Zhao Yi had reservations, but Huang Ying wouldn't indulge her.
Looking at the frail little girl in front of her, Huang Ying initially felt pity, but when she heard the girl call Zhao Yi a "great villain," her expression immediately soured.
Huang Ying's face was sullen, and she said solemnly, "Whose child are you? Do you know that disrespecting the Prince is a capital offense?"
The little menace ignored Huang Ying, tilting her head full of withered yellow hair, her wolf-like pale yellow eyes staring at Zhao Yi like a beast eyeing its prey!
"Are you the great villain?" she persistently asked.
Huang Ying's face became even more unsightly.
Zhao Yi raised his hand to stop her, turning to look at the little menace.
The little menace grew up in the mountains and forests, unfamiliar with manners, and ignorant of right and wrong. It was impossible to communicate with her using normal logic.
