Even the always serene and icy Princess Changle, Qin Yiyao, was now gazing at the Mystic Car with excitement. It seemed that the person inside the car was her hope. If she could be taken on as his disciple, could she then escape the destiny of being a pawn of the Royal Family?
Previously, when she inquired about the Holy King to Mu Qingge, it wasn't for her mother and brother, but for herself.
"Holy King, the humble banquet is ready, and I invite Your Majesty to grace us with your presence." The sovereign of a nation, at this moment, had already become a mere host entertaining guests, but at the thought of the benefits to come, Qin Cang eagerly embraced it.
Prince Rui, Qin Jinhao, secretly exchanged a glance with Crown Prince Qin Jinxiu, and a spark of confrontation flashed in their eyes.
With a cold snort, Qin Jinhao was quite confident in his own talent.
