"Had enough?"
Seeing Ximen Lang come over with a radiant, indescribably satisfied look on his face, Leng teased him.
"How was it? Thirty-thousand-year-old vintage wine—how did it feel? Wasn't it especially enchanting and thrilling?"
Queen Keisha, who had been watching Little Princess nap nearby, suddenly heard Leng's teasing.
She recalled that when she and Ximen Lang had established their relationship, she had been no younger than Pi Pi Xi...
Queen Keisha said irritably,
"Watch your mouth! So what if I'm thirty thousand years old? Did I eat your rice? Aren't you seven thousand two hundred years old yourself? We're all old cows eating young grass, so how are you any better than us?"
Seeing that she had accidentally stirred up another hornet's nest...
"Slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue. Sorry, I didn't mean to imply anything..."
But when Leng noticed the second half of Queen Keisha's sentence—You're seven thousand two hundred years old. How are you any better than us?—and saw that Queen Keisha had actually lumped herself together with them while guarding Little Princess so fiercely that she wouldn't even let Leng approach while the girl was asleep, afraid that Leng might infect her...
Leng decisively changed her tune.
"Don't misunderstand. I was deliberately implying something about you!"
Pointing at herself, Leng continued,
"Me? At most, seven thousand two hundred years old!"
Then she pointed at Queen Keisha and continued,
"But you? You're not even under thirty thousand years old! There's a difference of more than four times between us! Four times! Do you know what four times means? How can you and I possibly be the same?"
That made Queen Keisha furious.
Seeing Leng unleash such a barrage the moment she opened her mouth, Queen Keisha's fiery temper flared up.
"Are you deliberately picking a fight?!"