The canyon wind carried a faint, sweet tang of blood.
Yue Lin stood where he was, watching Yueye's back disappear around the bend in the rocky cliffs.
Their conversation just now had not gone well.
But... that was only to be expected.
After all, they were discussing her marriage alliance with him, Yue Lin mused.
He stuck out his tongue and lightly licked his dry lips.
Greed and covetousness churned in his gloomy eyes.
Yueye.
The princess of the Moon Demon Race.
Her name represented both a noble status and... a vast merchant caravan wealthy enough to rival a nation.
If he could have her, he would gain the caravan as well as enough power to send his branch soaring in standing within the clan.
As for Yueye herself?
Yue Lin's lips curled in disdain.
She was nothing but a mixed-blood mongrel.
If not for what she had to offer, he would have considered it an insult to his eyes even to look at her.
Elsewhere.
Yue Xing followed carefully behind Yueye, racking her brain for a way to comfort her.
"Your Highness, don't dwell on it. That kind of person isn't worth getting angry over."
"We can go have fun with Xuan Ye together next. That'll be great!"
As soon as the words left her mouth, Yue Xing's face went pale.
She covered her mouth.
Oh no.
In front of the Princess Royal, she should have called him "Little Ye," not addressed him by his name, "Xuan Ye."
The anger she expected did not come.
Yueye stopped and stood silently, without turning around.
After a long while, she finally nodded.
"Mm."
Yueye slowly turned around. Her deep purple eyes settled on Yue Xing, and her voice was soft.
"Could you tell me about your time with him?"
"You've