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That quiet corner was only five meters away from where Ranmil was hiding.

Baiye let out a long breath and stared at Qingcao. "It's not that I don't want to help you, but I can't. Please leave."

She then gave the silver drafts back to Qingcao. "I can't accept this. I haven't done anything for you. Please take it back.

She left after that, after making sure that there was no one around.

"Wait —"

Ranmil suddenly ran out of her hiding place.

"Huh?" Caught off guard, Baiye jumped and stared at Ranmil nervously.

Why was the princess here? Baiye looked at Qingcao in bewilderment.

Before Qingcao could say anything, Ranmil ran to Baiye's side, took her hand, and asked anxiously, "Tell me! Did His Royal Highness not want to see me, or did Feng Wu stop him from doing so?"

Ranmil simply wouldn't take no for an answer.

The crown prince might now have an interest in her; he couldn't have remained indifferent to the Enchanting Body.