Xuexue was somewhat annoyed. This War Prince, who did he think he was? Just because he saved her once, he thought he could lecture her at will?
That was far too arrogant and conceited.
"The Prince is a busy man, you needn't trouble yourself over my affairs," Xuexue said indifferently, with a hint of burning bridges after crossing the river.
Zi Xia, standing beside her, was shocked. Her young mistress was too bold, not even considering the War Prince significant.
Long Rui frowned at her, thinking to himself that his lady's temper had grown larger in the few months they hadn't seen each other.
He glared at her, not saying a word, hesitating in his heart whether he should reveal his identity to Xuexue.
The unsuspecting Xuexue thought this War Prince was trying to oppress her, so she matched his intensity without falling back, staring back at him with spirited eyes. However, no matter how hard she stared, she could only see a cold mask and a pair of deep eyes.