In an uncharted sea, a lavishly decorated wandering ship floated serenely. It bore the distinct style of the Vortex Country, yet was different from the Renhuang and the Black Society, embodying a profound and subtle sorrow.
This wandering ship was named the Princess, but its owner later renamed it the Spring Tide.
"Hahahaha."
A woman dressed as a noblewoman was cackling wildly inside the main cabin.
She wore an elegant, luxurious robe in the style of the Vortex Country and held a folding fan. Her deathly pale makeup could hardly conceal the flush on her face, and her body trembled slightly from extreme excitement.
"Xiaoye, is what you said true?"
"Was Yan Dao Lin's expression truly that wretched?"
At the woman's knees rested a middle-aged woman—it was none other than Nailu Ye, the warrior Shi Ming had once spared. At this moment, she was like a little girl, leaning obediently against the knees of the noblewoman, who appeared much younger than her.
"Yes, Auntie."
