Lan Qingya was dumbfounded, completely dumbfounded.

She covered her burning cheek with her hand, staring at Jun with disbelief.

Jun brandished his sword, his face dark and grim, with a cold glint in his eyes.

"Sword-wielding young master, you hit me" Lan Qingya said incredulously.

Feeling her cheeks swelling gradually, Lan Qingya felt as if she were dreaming.ilk dancing gracefully. The golden mask added a touch of mysterious beauty to her."Could it be that the Princess also wishes to strike me down, just as she did with those bandits"Jun Xiaoyao remained...