Not far away, a luxurious carriage was racing towards them.
"Your Highness, let's return to the palace first. If the emperor knew that you returned to Beijing without paying respects, he would be angry." Inside the carriage, an old man advised. His voice was sharp and thin, clearly an eunuch.
The one dubbed as "Your Highness" was none other than Zhao Yu, the third princess of the current dynasty. She sat there, as if she hadn't heard the old man's words, lost in her thoughts and nonresponsive.
The old man sighed inwardly. Ever since two days ago, when the third princess heard that Gu Yang had reached the Divine Power Realm, she had been like this.
The princess was always arrogant from a young age and regarded her aunt as her role model. She intended to make all the men in the world bow down to her.
