However, not only did King Qiu not stop it, he just lay on the couch and, through his Yaksha mask, his eyes—the likes of that of a ferocious beast—watched her fixedly….
Early the next day, King Qiu summoned a messenger to the Luyuan camp to deliver his message.
"The princess is held captive here; tell them to bring ten million gold to ransom her!"
Upon hearing this, Jing Yiren took a sharp intake of breath.
Ten million gold was equivalent to the entire national treasury of Luyuan.
Jing Yiren scoffed: "Are you out of your mind? Even if I were a princess, I wouldn't be worth that much, let alone me being just a mere palace maid!"
King Qiu chuckled disdainfully: "Whether you're worth it or not isn't up to you to decide, but your King of Luyuan!"
"....." Jing Yiren figured that although her uncle, the Emperor, doted on her, he wouldn't be foolish enough to actually fork out that much money for her ransom.
