That's right, Zhan Xiaoyao was calm, talking confidently and with such a serene face...
A face so serene that it suddenly made Emperor Quan hate her a little.
"Zhan Xiaoyao, if there really is such a matter, what do you plan to do?"
Zhan Se lifted her chin, her heart twitched slightly, she squinted her eyes and smiled openly.
"My dad said, 'When you try to care, you end up not caring, and when you don't care, that's when you really start to care. Some things simply can't be forced; what's mine will eventually be mine. If it's not mine, I don't want to strive for it."
What the hell is this care-care-care bullshit?
Lord Quan the Fourth's already chaotic mind was 'cared' at a little by this, and he didn't understand what kind of theory her late father had instilled in her. He just caught the point that 'if it's not hers, she doesn't want to strive for it.' A spark of irritation flared in his heart, and a small flame in his eyes quickly turned into a fierce blaze.