"It was Qiyue again, and they were so close!" Princess Qianyang's rage and hatred were strengthened.

But Yun Shimo was not facing her, so he couldn't see the glimpse of hatred in her eyes.

Princess Qianyang sounded like a little woman. She was so spoiled and unsatisfied. But he couldn't sense any complaint or hatred from her words.

"Honey, please, haven't you mastered that lethal skill already?"

"Yeah, that lethal skill needs its ...