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Prince, the prince with the surname Sikong!
Ye Jiu suddenly remembered the myth of their Dongyue, the only non-royal Prince Sikong Mo of Dongyue!
The prince who had inherited the War Prince Residence at the age of eleven, achieved a great victory on the battlefield at sixteen, and was hailed as the War God of Dongyue.
No wonder he was so intimidating at first sight.
It must be the aura cultivated on the battlefield.
Ha!
Indeed, they were people from two different worlds.
No, perhaps she was overthinking it. How could a noble prince possibly take an interest in an unsightly girl like her?
After all, he was young, with perfect vision, and unlike her family's old mistress, who simply doted on her blindly, he surely wouldn't disregard other things.
This is Sikong Mo's residence in the border town; only a few guards remained in the house. There was not even a single maidservant to command, let alone a female cook – all of them were swiftly departing males.