“The journey to the Qiang tribe is too dangerous for the Fourth Princess. I went to see her and give some advice last night,” Shen Qi said calmly.
Dangerous? Advise?
Xie Mingwang took a bite of the still steaming meat bun and pondered carefully.
He recalled the day when Song Zhiming mentioned his intention to travel far to the Qiang tribe. What was there for him not to understand?
“Congratulations, Princess, on soon gaining control over the Qiang tribe,” Xie Mingwang whispered softly, a smile in his eyes.
“Do you understand now?” Shen Qi asked.
Xie Mingwang smiled but remained silent.
Shen Qi glanced at him playfully and teased, “Are you my mind reader?”
Xie Mingwang shook his finger and replied, “I am your mind reader, Princess. I am merely someone who shares a deep connection with you, with aligned emotions and a telepathic bond.”
“Master Xie, you do know how to please girls. I wonder how many girls you have flirted in the past,” Shen Qi remarked.