36 Respected Elder Ming glanced at her nonchalantly.
His gaze was extremely faint, yet Jiang Zhiyuan felt humiliated. It was an expression that would only be revealed when a strong, long-lived warrior faced a minute and insignificant ant.
Jiang Zhiyuan suddenly felt uncomfortable. Although she didn't come from a true aristocratic family, with the clan leader doting on her in addition to her pretty appearance and outstanding talent, she had always treated herself as a princess these past few years.
Every time she came to the Sky-Cloud Empire, she was proud, imperious, and mighty. There was never a moment she clearly realized that everything she had was lower than others.
She wasn't more distinguished compared to other people.
"I've already said it before. This kind of small matter shouldn't affect the Princess Consort. It's the same with me representing her," said 36 Respected Elder Ming slowly.
