Cheng Yi's back was already soaked in sweat, and her eyes darted around as she stammered, "I naturally am not worthy of the Prince."
Although this statement showed a bit of cowardice, it was crucial to preserve one's life.
Just moments ago, Qi Yu's gaze had petrified her, and it felt as if her feet were nailed to the ground; she had the sensation of being at sword point, with no chance of escape.
But wasn't Princess Qiu supposed to be a fool? How could she possess such an overwhelming presence?
No, she must have seen it wrong!
Cheng Yi clenched her fists, resolutely unwilling to accept the fact that she had been intimidated by Qi Yu.
However, Qi Yu circled around her, scrutinizing her closely from head to toe before finally stroking her chin and commenting, "Indeed, you are not a match."
"You!" Cheng Yi stared at her in disbelief.
How dare this fool speak so of her in public!
