His Highness Wanted to Win

"Little White is at the front." Yuan Ming's lazy sounding voice transmitted by her ear.

Helian Wei Wei focused her energy she looked ahead, pondering over where they should land in a moment...

Unfortunately, Third Prince simply wouldn't let her get away with it. In a voice devoid of any temperature, "For the last time, come back on your own, and I will treat it as if nothing has happened before."

Wei Wei didn't know why, but when she heard these words again, she surprisingly felt that within that plastered on demonically ice-cold smile, there faintly seemed to be an injury.

An injury?

How's that possible?

She thought her adversary must've been tired. She was also tired. From the time she started fleeing until now, she'd taken on at least three identities. Each of those identities tested her ability to adapt to sudden changes to the extreme.