Aimier's eyes widened at her mother's casual manner, her face full of disbelief. If the reality before her had not been so solid and undeniable, she would never have believed those words had come from the mother who had spoiled her most.
She had known all along, and had watched the entire process.
At the thought, Aimier felt dizzy, as though she had suddenly fallen into a bottomless whirlpool and could not break free.
How could a mother watch helplessly as her own daughter fell so low?
Everyone in Oak Space knew how much her mother doted on her, yet now she did not even dare imagine it.
"Why?" Aimier asked softly. With her mind, she simply could not understand it.
She was a Primordial Elf, her bloodline pure. Even if she had willingly fallen, could her mother, standing right beside her, not have stopped her even once? Thinking of those movements with Li Ziran, her pretty face flushed despite herself.
But Dan Qiong's icy expression quickly and ruthlessly struck her back to reality.
"This is none of your concern. Leave. I want to speak with this prince." Her voice was cold as she repeated herself, almost devoid of emotion.
Aimier did not move. She wanted to understand, wanted an answer, but her body was completely beyond her control. Thread-like energy wrapped around her, transferring her to the Teleportation Array. When she appeared again, she was already outside the robot.
Instinctively, she walked toward the Teleportation Array, but when she reached the entrance, fear seized her.
She feared Dan's icy gaze. In her memories, that look had only appeared when she had committed a grave mistake.
She thought of cruel punishments—perhaps lifelong imprisonment, or perhaps being tossed into a heap of junk and left to fend for herself.
Now, she