There were too many people just now, the auras were mixed, and coupled with the harmless appearance of the little boy, Ning Qingxuan didn't notice anything at first.
But now that everyone else had gone far away, and the little boy had even kissed her, Ning Qingxuan immediately sensed something was amiss.
This little boy was clearly transformed by someone else.
Morphing skill was not an extraordinary talent, and most people were unwilling to learn it. Ning Qingxuan usually spent her time in the depths of her boudoir, had less contact with people, and hadn't thought of this at first.
But now it was too late to sense the aura!
She had been kissed! By a thief she despised the most!
This was the first kiss of Ning Qingxuan's life, and it was lost in confusion, lost to her most hated person.
The Crown Princess, who always thought she could control her emotions well, was filled with tears of grievance in her eyes.
