"Why should I look for you?" Xiaoba's cold gaze swept over. Coldly, she smiled, disdain and coldness covering her face as she slowly stated, "Sixth sister is of such high social standing now. Not only are you the General Xiuli of Yan Bei, you are also the Xiuli King of Tang Empire. Soon, you will become the Lady of the Grand Marshal. I, as a small slave, if I head over, wouldn't I cause you to lose face?" Xiaoba's eyes were cold, and as she said 'Lady of the Grand Marshal', it seemed as though she was consumed with rage, her eyes spewing fire.
The incense slowly lighted up, sending coiling smoke up into the air. The golden light was like a layer of water, painting a spotted pattern on the floor. The room was filled with nothing but silence as Chu Qiao observed Xiaoba, her initially excited heart slowly freezing up. The words that she was about to say were ultimately pressed down deep into her heart as she felt lost and disappointed.