1851 Burned It
"Your Highness the Crown Prince, please wait!" A chilly voice suddenly entered everyone's ears.
Several flying white horses flitted across the sky with outspread wings, swiftly chasing after them.
The speed of flying horses naturally couldn't compare to a gold dragon, but the woman riding them accelerated their movement with her divine energy. Consequently, they were able to catch up in a short few minutes.
The Gingko Immortal turned around and saw a woman with incomparably exquisite features and dressed in fiery red clothes come after them by riding the wind and chasing the clouds.
Her glossy raven hair cascaded beneath her red cloak, and her eyes curved like crescent moons. Her countenance was cold but radiated elegance.
Her chilly and unsullied disposition could not help but make people sigh: Such an ethereal woman actually existed in this world!
She really was a piece of jade sculpted by heaven, christened with unsurpassed looks.
After her followed four to five pretty maidservants riding flying horses. They looked to be Princess Jing's personal maidservants.
Compared to the maidservants of ordinary families, these girls carried themselves tall and with a valiant air.
Each of these maidservants wore exquisite clothes with swords hanging uniformly from their waists. The hilts were inlaid with various gems and agates, which gave Princess Jing pomp and circumstance. It was even believable to say that she was the young lady of some clan.
Princess Jing took the lead and mobilized her divine energy to approach the gold dragon. She then cupped her fists in greeting from a distance away. "Greetings to the Crown Prince of the Divine Province."
Yet the crown prince did not pay her any attention. He kept his back to her and did not even turn his head around.
Princess Jing did not get angry and merely flew up into the air. She performed several lightning-fast leaps and blocked the gold dragon's path.
"Will Your Highness wait and allow for a petition."
Dao Wuji and the Luo Brothers looked at each other in dismay.
Crown Prince Mo treated Princess Jing so indifferently, yet she could still catch up to them. She truly was a heroine of the present age.
Yet Mo Lian creased his handsome brows impatiently. He coldly cast this Princess Jing a look and said tepidly, "Jing Linyao of Aurora Desert's Pangu Tribe."
This sentence was recited without emotion and even tinged with a faint ridicule. It was just like Princess Jing was like most of the miscellaneous people in the world who were not worthy to be remembered by him, Crown Prince Mo.
"Correct." Nevertheless, Princess Jing was rather collected. Even though she could make out the ridicule in the crown prince's words, she paid it no mind.
She nodded faintly and raised her hand, sending a thin piece of paper over to Mo Lian.
However, Mo Lian did not reach for it. He did not even give it so much as a look before a purple cluster of flames consumed that piece of paper and reduced it to ashes.
Princess Jing was taken aback, as were the maidservants behind her. They looked at the crown prince with foul-looking expressions.
"Your Highness actually burned His Majesty's imperial edict." Princess Jing's voice was calm, as if Mo Lian did not burn an imperial edict but a piece of scratch paper.
Crown Prince Mo started snarking, "Might as well not look at something so random."
Hearing this, Princess Jing smiled faintly. "Perhaps the crown prince and I should find a place to have a talk."
Crown Prince Mo, however, merely cast her a look and coldly stated, "Little Seven."
Seventh Yan immediately understood. He could tell his master was pissed, so of course he didn't delay any further and immediately flew forward with a flick of his tail.
Princess Jing creased her brows and stayed reticent as she watched the crown prince leave.
This was until a maidservant came forward and whispered, "Princess, we failed."
