"Get lost!"
The cultivator who had presented it—a Nascent Soul elder—stood awkwardly in place until the guards physically escorted him out of the palace.
"This next one is a Phoenix Veil Silk Robe, worn by the former Princess of the Burning Vine Kingdom!"
"Hmph. Too last-century."
More and more gifts were rejected. Some laughed in amusement; others watched in horror.
A few tried to bribe their way into her favor—like the merchant heir who arrived with five crates of rare treasures. She didn't even blink.
"I want the Shadow-Eyed Moon Serpent," her voice echoed over the hall.
A young cultivator from a sect bowed nervously. "Princess, I present to you this Cloud-Fanged Serpent. I hope—"
"Get out," she interrupted. "It's not what I asked for."
Guards tossed him out without another word.