"No need." Qin Wangchuan refused again, merely asking, "Are you entering the Secret Realm too?"
Jiang Xuanli's gaze dimmed slightly as she gently shook her head.
"As the Eldest Princess of the Imperial Dynasty, Xuanli is not permitted to enter according to the rules..."
Such specially opened Secret Realms had been established precisely to gather the talented youths of the world.
If she, the Eldest Princess of the Imperial Dynasty, entered personally, it would be tantamount to preordaining the grand prize. What fun would be left in that?
But before she could finish—
The carriage curtain was suddenly yanked open—
"Welcome, Your Highness the Young Master~" Qin Zhaoer pinched her voice and hopped down from the Imperial Chariot while lifting her skirts, deliberately imitating Jiang Xuanli's earlier salute down to the finest detail.
Yet her sly eyes curved into crescents, making it clear she was enjoying the show.
Jiang Xuanli revealed a trace of surprise when she saw her emerge from Qin Wangchuan's carriage, but she quickly composed herself.
The smile at her lips did not fade in the slightest. Instead, she turned gracefully.
She offered a delicate salute toward the Imperial Chariots behind her. "Fourth Young Master, Eighth Young Master, I hope you have both been well."
"Hahaha!" Qin Kuangge jumped down from the carriage frame with careless abandon, his brocade robe stretched taut over his muscles. "You certainly know how to speak. Unlike that princess from the Jiuxiao Imperial Dynasty—reason wouldn't get through to her, so in the end, I had to clear a path with my fists!"
Clear a path with his fists?
Qin Wangchuan's expression turned strange as he seemed to recall that scene.
"That was naturally because she failed to recognize what was good for her." With a sweep of her wide sleeve, Jiang Xuanli