The Sun watched from the blue sky, and the currents of the world gently brushed through Jing State.
Qin Ying seemed to be playfully bantering with Wang Zhan. Even though she was prostrating herself behind him like a weak woman who had fallen in love, at this moment, she was a true queen.
Just then, the notable figures from seventeen families still standing before Wang Zhan nearly trembled at their first sight of Qin Ying, wishing they could turn and flee immediately. It was as if she wasn't a beautiful woman, but a red stretch of skeletons.
Only Wang Zhan remained noncommittal. Whether Qin Ying offered him a knife or a sword, he was merely a hard stone, concealing his intentions and goals behind his outward demeanor.
"Qin... Aunt Qin?" Yang Zecheng stammered, tentatively addressing Qin Ying.
Qin Ying nodded and responded nonchalantly, "It's been a while, Xiao Cheng. How have you been lately?"