It was a late, cold winter night. The temperature was bone-chillingly low.
But Princess Xiyue, of King Yan's Estate, was filled with burning rage. She angrily slammed her hand against the table. "The Youngflame clan is truly damnable. They actually dare to attempt an assassination within the imperial capital. Damnable, damnable, absolutely damnable!"
"Cousin, although the Youngflame clan sent a Loose Immortal Deathsworn, that person ended up dying in my hands," Ji Ning said. "Don't be so angry, cousin."
"How can I not be angry?" Princess Xiyue looked towards Ning. "I'm still covered in cold sweat. Fortunately, you are strong and were able to block both the Whitebone Immortal Slaying Needle as well as Immortal Floatcloud. If not… little brother, aside from Grandpa, you are my own family."
If her one and only little brother would have died… Princess Xiyue didn't even know what she would've done.
