He rushed back to the guesthouse, taking the princess to the chamber Chaoxiang had taken for her.
Prince Wu Xiuying gazed at the people who roamed after him.
"Get out, leave her to me!"
"No, her dress is wet, you might..."
Raising his palm, he ceased Yan Yuxi. Clapping his hands, his arms stretched upon the princess who was now laying on her bed. His fingers formed in two fingers and a surge of Qi energy streamed out of his body, the hot wind blew and dried her.
The presenters covered their faces to protect their eyes not to jump out of the sockets.
"Now, she is dry! You don't need to worry."
'However, it always depends on her desires how to be treated.'
His voice was tensed, and his thoughts were unstable. Yan Yuxi didn't wait when the princess's hand clasped the man's wrist. Turning away she left.
The prince kept his eyes on Chaoxiang and the others who stepped backward, not opening their mouth to objection.
