"Just as you say, Miss Ye." Ling Yan said good-naturedly.
Ye Qingtang felt that she was quickly running out of things to say.
She should not worry about him.
Before Ling Yan could continue, Ye Qingtang switched off the voice transmission stone. She inwardly despised herself for worrying over nothing.
So far, she had not yet met anyone who could get the best of Ling Yan.
When she thought of that, Ye Qingtang could not be bothered to pursue her train of thought any further. However, she was not sure what the Temple of Shadows would do in this fight to help the Eldest Prince be Crown Prince. If she made the slightest mistake, she might expose herself. Then, she need not worry about helping Ling Yan because they would both be dead.
Ye Qingtang fell asleep midway through her thoughts.
Shortly after Ye Qingtang got up the next morning, she understood why Ling Yan had been so calm yesterday.
