A Throne for Me to Inherit?

"Ahem."

The elderly lady seated on the long bench cleared her throat, her voice carrying the weight of years. "So this is the wild young lady from Jackdom?"

"Yes, mother," replied Wang Qing, stepping back. Her face swollen, she forced the words out. "This is Rong Qi, the eldest daughter of the Rong family, whom you've never met before. Rong Qi, aren't you going to greet your grandmother?"

The superiority in Wang Qing's tone suggested that Rong Qi was a lesser human being.

"A greeting?" Rong Qi's eyes flickered, and a slight smile curved at the corner of her lips. "Why, is your family royalty? Do you have a throne for me to inherit or something?"

Xu Yi, standing behind them, couldn't contain his laughter. He said, a little too cheerfully, "Perhaps they think they're from the House of Aisin Gioro or something."

Their sarcastic remarks turned the elderly lady's face a shade of ashen green. With a thud, her cane hit the ground.