The four princes eagerly awaited their chance. Sun Daren, however, muttered quietly, "I wonder if the Saintess washed her hair last night. What if this hairpin is oily and slips out of our hands by accident?"
Although he had intentionally lowered his voice, everyone around him could still hear. The Northern Ice Saintess' eyebrows twitched involuntarily. How could he be so irritating?
Setting aside her natural beauty, she was already in the Sixth Great Realm. What did oily hair have to do with her?
If her master knew about this, he and his disciple would be speechless and sorrowful.
The Saintess lost her composure and shot Sun Daren a fierce glare, then offered the four princes a charming smile. This technique was taught by her master and guaranteed to make every prince feel that she was smiling at him alone.
