The imperial family was still the imperial family. Thus, when the black-skirted young girl approached on a fragrant breeze, An Ning gave Li Tianming a reminder.
"Greetings, Nineteenth Princess."
That counted as exchanging greetings.
Yet Princess Mo did not spare An Ning a single glance from beginning to end. In her lively black eyes, there was only Li Tianming.
"Hm?"
In the blink of an eye, Li Tianming discovered that the little princess had arrived right before him. That exquisite, lively face of hers was less than half a meter away from him—closer than An Ning had been standing.
At such close range, he could embrace her with one stretch of his hand. Sweet and delectable, wild and alluring—Li Tianming was naturally somewhat surprised.
"Princess Mo, may I ask if you have any instructions?" Li Tianming looked down at her. His gaze did not evade her, nor did he retreat, as he asked calmly.
Princess Mo gazed prettily into his eyes, her stare direct.
Suddenly, she extended her jade-like hand, seized the front of Li Tianming's robes, and pulled him close. Their faces were now even nearer!
Even An Ning beside them was dumbstruck. What was going on? So direct?
"I do indeed have an instruction for you." Princess Mo tugged him closer and spoke softly.
Her actions also rendered the dozen or so Ancient Ranking geniuses behind her speechless. Yan Huachen in particular furrowed his sword-like brows deeply, his expression turning rather unpleasant.
"Please, speak." Li Tianming remained impassive.
Only then did Princess Mo smile faintly. She then cast An Ning a somewhat hostile glance and said, "You're so talented. What's the point of marrying into the An Clan? Come to my Imperial Court instead. I'll make you the Xuanyuan Imperial Court's prince consort directly. How about it?"
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