At those words, not only did Ji Lingri freeze, but Yun Huang, whom Yun Qing had set on the tea table-the Little Radiant Chick daintily sipping his tea-also raised an eyebrow.
Of course, with his current fluffy, round little chick face, it was rather difficult to make out a movement as subtle as "raising an eyebrow."
The Little Radiant Chick leisurely took another sip of tea. The down at his wingtips quivered unconsciously, carrying a hint of haughty anticipation.
Meanwhile, Ji Lingri seemed to have heard the greatest joke in the world. Her anger drove her to laughter.
"And if I refuse to change it, what will you do?"
Yun Qing's smile remained as light as drifting clouds, as though he were discussing the fine weather. "If Your Highness insists on refusing, then I can only take the liberty of asking you to remain here for the time being."
His tone was exceedingly gentle. His words were exceedingly vicious.
He raised his eyes to meet Ji Lingri's gaze, his Double Pupils as deep as an ancient pool.
Ji Lingri's eyebrows rose even higher.
She had long heard of Yun Qing. The Yun Clan Eldest Young Master, an Immortal King at nineteen, was said to be as warm and gentle as jade, steady and measured.
Today, she finally saw clearly: not one piece of "jade" surnamed Yun was truly gentle.
This piece was Kunshan jade. Once shattered, its shards could slit a throat.
To be fair, Yun Qing was not a particularly overbearing man. If someone from another family had used the name "Lingri," meaning "surpassing the sun," he would have let it pass as a coincidence. But that name just happened to be preceded by "Ji."
Ji Lingri might not have understood the implications as a child and simply changed