Shen Xiheng looked at the person whose face had turned as black as charcoal, his gaze meaningful as he spoke.
Even if he were bleeding profusely, Song Ling dared not let Qi Yu bandage his wounds. He quickly stepped back, bowing with a trembling gesture, "Princess, please do not trouble yourself over such a humble person!"
Qi Yu furrowed her brows, not understanding the cryptic puzzle Shen Xiheng was playing at, nor why Song Ling looked like the sky was falling.
"Do I look that frightening?" After much thought, that was the only reason she could come up with.
Song Ling grew even more terrified, shaking his head, "No, no, no, Princess is so beautiful that..."
Before he could finish the phrase "beauty to shame flowers," he sensed a dangerous gaze from beside him.
He quickly changed his statement, "Very unique!"
Qi Yu was completely baffled. Was this supposed to be a compliment?
It would have been better to say she was ugly.
Shen Xiheng laughed out loud without reservation.
