"...Who are you?!" The young girl was startled. She glared at him, but in the dim light, her face had already turned a bit pale.
In a confrontation within the Pugilistic World, such a facade of bravado is like the scent of blood drifting to the nose of a hungry wolf.
Pei Ye lowered his head and stared at her until the twisted fury on her face gradually cooled down and transformed into a stubborn, pale fear.
"I, I am Li Can Nan, the Eighth Princess of the Tang Dynasty, the Empress is my biological mother... why are you, an outsider, in the palace? What crime have you committed?"
"He is with me." It was only then that Li Xizhou caught up from behind, lifting her skirt as she ascended the steps.
Li Can Nan glanced over, and in an instant, her face turned completely pale. The red dress and golden mask resembled a demonic fire in the palace, freezing her in place, speechless and uncertain.
"Let her go." Li Xizhou said.
