"It's Sister Yunzhao's voice!"
Little White hopped off the long bench and scurried to the small window of the private box.
The first floor of the auction.
The hall was in an uproar.
Luan Baoyi, the second son of the Luan family, stared dumbfounded at Xia Yunzhao.
Emperor Xia's youngest Nascent Soul in a thousand years, how could he not recognize her?
"Eh... Seventh Princess, I..."
The second son's face turned red and white by turns, swearing to himself that he had just uttered some fierce words so as not to lose face in front of Wu Li, but he really hadn't intended anything by it.
Isn't it very common for the young nobles in Shangjing City to talk tough?
Why did he have to be the one to hit a snag?
Luan Baoyi truly did not wish to slap his own face, but what to do if he couldn't show weakness?
His Luan family was indeed a first-rate power and clan in Shangjing City.
But the Great Xia was hers!
