The unbound long hair danced in the night wind, with golden threads adorning the black and crimson regal attire.
Staring at the uninvited guest floating in the void for a few moments, O'Reilly patted the tin can she was cradling in her arms.
Xiulun understood and bent down gently, placing the princess he held in his arms down.
With a waist as slender as a willow, O'Reilly straightened up and sized up the man's handsome and smiling face:
"Is this man the guardian of the Great Yan imperial heir?"
With a metallic friction, the tower-like Xiulun placed his hand on the sword at his side:
"No, Your Highness."
At these words, a hint of surprise flashed in O'Reilly's eyes, followed by a soft chuckle:
"Not him? To understand our language and to have followed us all this way, he must have been watching me for quite some time. Hehe~ It seems there are more in Great Yan interested in me than just that Third Prince, Xides."