A Solution

Fan Yaohui was just as she had expected: handsome and dashing, with an imposing bearing and high spirits.

He was not tall, but his figure was erect. Though he wore a smiling face, it still revealed an untamed arrogance.

Seeing Li Miaotan enter, he clasped his fists and said with a smile, "Greetings, Twelfth Princess."

"Have you seen Third Brother?"

Li Miaotan asked flatly.

Her face glowed with health and her spirits soared, with not the slightest sign of injury.

The Dragon Curse unleashed by the third transformation of the Heavenly Dragon Incantation was far more powerful than that of the second.

Not only did it last longer, its effects were even more pronounced.

She now felt in superb condition, even better than at her peak.

Fan Yuxuan glanced at Fan Yaohui, then at the radiant Li Miaotan, and finally at Chu Zhiyuan, who was calm and unruffled, with so little presence that he was easy to overlook.

She sighed inwardly.

A moment ago, this Imperial Son-in-Law had still been shining all over, dazzlingly radiant, yet he had immediately become plain and unremarkable again, easily ignored.

Was this the dragon's way of concealing itself and soaring high?

It could rise through the nine heavens, yet also lie hidden in the abyss.

Fan Yaohui smiled. "Third Prince gave me a thorough scolding. I had a hundred mouths and still could not defend myself, so I could only endure it."

Judging by his expression, Third Prince's furious rebuke had clearly not weighed on his mind.

Li Miaotan said, "What I wanted to say, Third Brother should already have said."

"Yes, it was all my fault for speaking without restraint and talking nonsense, giving others an opening to use me as their swords and spears."

"It is good that you understand."

"Your Highness,