The Trafford Trading Club
Chapter 1273

Airport

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In the Xuanyuan Secret Realm, inside the Royal Palace... Princess's bedchamber.

On the soft couch, Su Zijun wore only a cool, Black Slip Dress that resembled a nightgown. Her two straight legs were crossed over each other, and she held a glazed Night-glowing Cup filled with Spirit Beast Blood in one hand while propping up her chin.

In front of her, Jessica sat upright in a Purple-Gold Phoenix Dress, looking extremely proper—she had maintained this posture for a full hour.

Suddenly, Jessica's shoulders dipped slightly. At that moment, a cane struck her waist—normally, with Jessica's current body, such a blow should not have caused her any pain.

But the reality was—it hurt. It hurt like fire.

The person holding the cane was none other than Lord Gui Qianyi of Xuanyuan Palace. He sternly said, "Listen. Once an argument breaks out in the Imperial Court, you may have to speak for several hours! As Her Highness the Princess, you absolutely cannot disgrace your royal bearing!"

Jessica naturally had no way to voice her grievances. She could not disobey Su Zijun's orders, but the various ancient etiquette lessons she had been taking day after day were practically driving her insane... She even had to study Oracle Bone Script.

Su Zijun's bite had granted her eternal youth and immortality, as well as the ability to go without rest. At this moment, that ability to go without rest was clearly being used to its fullest—out of Jessica's twenty-four hours each day, only about half an hour was free.

When she had once discussed his homeland with Ye Yan, Ye Yan had said that his homeland was a country that loved examinations and studying, a tradition of several thousand years—what an utter dreg of tradition!

"That's enough." Su Zijun suddenly sat up straight. "When will

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