Three days and nights passed quietly in the Scripture Hall.
"...Your Highness, time is up!"
An old man with a long beard, a golden robe, and unfathomably deep eyes appeared like a phantom several dozen feet away, his expression blank as he spoke.
Luo Qingxuan paused. Her enchanting, jade-like arm snaked around Ling Changqing as she turned her head and said, "I know. We're leaving now!"
The three days had not been wasted. Ling Changqing had already selected the Cultivation Method Scriptures that suited him.
Otherwise, she would have had to go pout, act cute, and throw a tantrum in front of her Father King to fight for a few more days.
After leaving the Scripture Hall, Luo Qingxuan wished to avoid any further trouble and took Ling Changqing to the chambers of her Mother Queen, Bai Qingyi.
In the princess's eyes, this was the only place that was truly her own turf, a place where she didn't have to worry about her brothers and sisters scheming in the shadows.
