Lin Xiaosu inwardly swore, Fuck!
Who could have imagined that a prince's secondary consort would walk straight into someone else's room?
Who could have imagined that she would even lift the quilt?
Once that quilt was lifted, how could anyone bear to look at what lay beneath?
Fufeng's hand loosened gently, and the quilt fell.
Her whole body trembled, her excitement beyond measure.
"Ahem... elder sister!" Lin Xiaosu's voice came from the bedroom doorway.
Fufeng raised her head slightly, drew a deep breath, slowly turned, and slowly walked out of the bedroom. Her hand braced against the greenwood doorframe, her fingers still a little pale.
Her face, however, was flushed crimson, partly from the returning embarrassment of seeing her younger sister in that state, but even more from boundless, joyous surprise.
Nine tails!
When had Qingqiu produced a nine-tailed fox in the past million years?
Qingqiu had fallen from an ancient race renowned throughout the world to a third-rate faction, all because the Qingqiu Foxfolk no longer had any nine-tailed foxes and had lost the might of the Celestial Fox.
Yet today, this seventh sister of hers...
The girl whom all of Qingqiu had regarded as nothing more than a pawn for political sacrifice had actually attained nine tails!
She could swear on her reputation as a prince's secondary consort that she was not a reckless person. After three hundred years of arduous cultivation in Qingqiu and a hundred years roaming the world, she was Qingqiu's eldest princess, methodical in her actions and courteous in her conduct. She would never do anything that violated propriety.
But the great revival of an ancient race with a million years of history made all that cease to matter.
Boundless waves of excitement had tangled the eldest princess's heart like a skein of thread.