Picking up the oil lamp, from casual to careful, it always gave the Princess a very strange feeling—as if someone was telling her, take this oil lamp, maybe it will bring you good luck.
The Princess shook her head, secretly thinking how ridiculous this idea was... She put the oil lamp down, then turned around and walked towards the door.
But just as she was about to leave the bedroom, the Princess suddenly turned back, and casually hung the oil lamp on her belt, like an accessory.
The oil lamp was not big, even felt petite... Hanging on the waist, although it looked a bit unusual, it didn't attract attention, let alone the Princess concealed the existence of the oil lamp by folding her cloak.
"Your Highness?" The Little Maid didn't understand the Princess's actions.
"It's nothing." The Princess said calmly, "Let's go, I want to see the Pharaoh first."
She actually wanted to call him father—but then it became Pharaoh.
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