"If you don't stop talking, 'sister'," Ji'an muttered out of the corner of her mouth, "I am going to sell you to the first goblin we see."
The infiltration had begun as the Chef and the Prince, completely stripped of their Qi and armed only with their devastating good looks and a profound mutual resentment, were marching straight into the bedchamber of a Golden Core predator.
***
Deep within the damp, oppressive shadows of the provincial borderlands, an impromptu, highly treasonous fitting session was taking place behind a thick thicket of weeping willow trees.
Lin Ji'an stood with her arms crossed, her dark eyes narrowed in intense, hyper-critical scrutiny.
She looked up and down the towering, imposing figure of the Imperial Second Prince, Xiao Yichen, who was currently radiating an aura of murder so dense it was practically altering the local weather patterns.
