As the Xunzhen Republic Empire's only princess, Mia naturally held an extremely exalted position.
Whenever Victor and the other ministers saw her, they were all smiles, addressing her as "Your Highness" at every turn, wishing they could lay all the finest things before her.
Mia had a sweet tongue, calling everyone uncle, her eyes curving like crescent moons when she smiled.
All the ministers adored this quiet, sweet-spoken princess, so Mia could be said to enjoy every possible affection in the Republic Empire.
But she did not let their favor go to her head. She knew what her identity meant-not privilege, but responsibility.
It had not been easy for her brother Loa to build this country. She could not disgrace him.
Mia did not know when she had fallen for Wharton. Perhaps it had been back at New Wu Mountain?
That year, she was still studying at the Magic Academy in the Yulan Empire. Her brother Loa had written a letter asking Uncle Bob to bring her back to New Wu Mountain for the New Year.
That was the first time she met Wharton. Uncle Bob led her through the gates of Baruch Mansion by the hand, and a tall, strapping boy walked out of the main hall. He wore training clothes, and there was still sweat on his forehead, as though he had just run back from the training grounds.
He's so tall. Mia craned her head to look at him until her neck ached.
This boy was seven years older than her, but the purity in his eyes shone so brightly. It was not a child's innocence, but a cleanness that came from deep within-like water in a mountain stream, clear all the way to the bottom. At first sight, Mia felt a closeness to this older boy.