Who’s Victorious, Who’s Defeated

Wei Wei abruptly stiffened, there was basically no time to respond. Fortunately, the young man turned to the side and lowered his leg while a corner of his white robe then coincidentally concealed her. He softly coughed while speaking. "Your Highness, is there something else?"

The corner of Baili Jia Jue's mouth curved down, even though this was a question, it still gave off a kind of cultured, favorable gracefulness. "There isn't, anymore."

She didn't know why, but she secretly perspired a layer of cold sweat on behalf of her own actions a moment ago.

This Third Prince again deviously wanted to draw her out!

Luckily, the sickly person responded quickly enough and his acting skills were good enough. Otherwise, hah, the usual ordinary person really would have no way of handling that guy.

Wei Wei sort of breathed with relief as she curled on the ground, one hand supporting her chin, without any form to speak of.