What a tiger!
But the problem was, wasn't this princess's race the Silver Fox, not Franca's nearly extinct Long Tiger Clan?
She was obviously a fox, so how could she act so recklessly?
Was she mixed-blood?
If Lu Xiu hadn't undergone special training over the past two days, she really could only have watched helplessly as Rosalind blew herself up right in front of her.
And that was only a minor problem.
Lu Xiu could respect personal destiny.
But if she had to die, she should die outside! How was Lu Xiu supposed to explain someone dying in this forest to the Nine Provinces authorities?
—The Princess of Franca met her once and exploded?
Whose responsibility would that even be?
She already had enough strange rumors surrounding her! She really didn't want to be saddled with the title of Diplomatic Delegation Killer too.
Thinking that,
Lu Xiu faced the shocked gazes of the Francans and looked at the still-dazed princess before finally unable to hold herself back. She asked, "—Are you really a Silver Fox? You're actually mixed-blood, right? Mixed with Long Tiger Clan blood?"
Hearing that, Rosalind finally snapped out of her brain-crash state and reflexively replied, "No—I am a pure-blooded Silver Fox."
"You're not mixed-blood, and you're still this reckless?" Lu Xiu asked irritably.
"I'm sorry—"
At those words, the Princess of Franca's momentum immediately weakened. There was no trace left of the imposing manner she had displayed earlier in an attempt to show off her foundation.
Even the fox ears atop her head drooped guiltily. Embarrassment and lingering fear appeared on her beautiful face. "I didn't expect the aftereffects to be this severe. Before this—"
As she spoke,
Rosalind suddenly realized something and lowered her head to look at her full chest.
Lu Xiu's pale little hand