The woman did not turn her head, as if she hadn't seen Feng Jiu at all. She let out a cold snort and proceeded straight ahead into the Prince's Mansion.
"Extreme Yin Sect, Gu Qingshuang..."
Feng Jiu stood in place, that name flashing through her mind.
She knew that ever since this woman had entered the Jinghai Army, their Prince had become increasingly different.
It's unclear if the Prince was enchanted by this person or if the two had a more intricate collaboration.
However, thinking of the returning Heir of Jinghai, Ji Xuanheh, Feng Jiu dared not think further.
Some matters have been around for a long time; a three-foot-thick layer of ice does not form overnight.
Perhaps, she never truly understood the Prince.
Everything might just be a figment of her imagination.
...
"Prince, Mingyue still seems to have a bit of a temper and doesn't care for me as her mother at all. I heard she even flipped over the meal that was just sent to her."
