Shen Wanshang's single sentence laid bare Ji Yao's predicament. The mockery on her face vanished in an instant, and the spark of gleeful provocation in her heart was extinguished like a cinder doused with cold water.
After that, she lost all desire to linger. Lifting her skirts, she hurried out of the Celestial Sea Villa.
The moment she crossed the vermilion threshold, she arched an eyebrow. Her brother, Ji Hao, was rushing over in black martial attire, leading several dozen of the Prince Mansion's elite guards. They moved with hurried steps, a faint killing intent hanging about them.
Such a display made Ji Yao's eyes widen, and she blurted out, "Brother, why did you bring so many men? Don't tell me you're planning to drop all pretenses with Shen Wanshang and start a fight here at the Celestial Sea Villa!"
