Jing Jiu watched her quietly.
The little princess watched him quietly.
They simply gazed into each other's eyes, neither saying a word.
After an unknown length of time, perhaps because her knees were sore, the little princess's hands failed to support her, and she fell forward into Jing Jiu's arms.
An argument suddenly rang out inside the hall. Who knew what the two emperors were quarreling about?
The little princess plucked up her courage and kissed his cheek, then sprang back into a sitting position as though she had been scalded, giggling foolishly at Jing Jiu.
Without Sword Flame, Jing Jiu had to wipe the saliva off his face with his sleeve. "What if you mistook me for someone else?"
Startled, the little princess covered her face with her little hands and said shyly, "You... you know who I am?"
"I told you, if we met, I would recognize you," Jing Jiu said.
The little princess peeked adorably at him through her fingers. "Could you... could you pretend you didn't recognize me?"
The Chu Emperor and the Qin Emperor finished their conversation. The hall doors opened, and the matrons and palace maids came in.
As though granted a pardon, the little princess hurriedly slipped off the couch, took the Qin Emperor's hand, and walked out of the hall.
Watching the little girl skip away, then thinking of how quiet and delicate she was outside, Jing Jiu thought this was quite nice too.
He turned toward the window and said to the azure bird on a branch, "I don't want anyone seeing this part. I believe she doesn't either."
The images people outside Echo Valley saw passed very quickly. However high their cultivation, they could only make out the broad outlines. Whatever details they could see depended entirely on