"You're rejecting me so quickly? You really won't reconsider?"
Murong Qiuhan stepped forward and naturally took the seat of honor.
She had not come today merely because Yang Lingrui was strikingly handsome.
More importantly, it was because of the extraordinary talent he had displayed while comprehending the Dao.
Had he not been born into a lowly Qi Gathering Realm lineage like the Yang Family, his current cultivation level would likely not have been beneath her own or He Shenglai's.
"No. I know Your Highness the Princess can name any price, but Yang Lingrui's value can no longer be measured in numbers."
"Oh?"
Murong Qiuhan reached out and pinched the air, and a vivid scarlet feather appeared between her fingertips.
"Then what if I were to ask Imperial Father?"
He Shenglai smiled at her words. "Your Highness the Princess, such intimidating words might work on others, but saying them to me is rather unnecessary."
"Really not possible?"
"Really not possible."
Seeing how resolute He Shenglai was, Murong Qiuhan did not press further, though a trace of regret inevitably flashed through her eyes.
She had truly come intending to bring Yang Lingrui back to the palace.
Whether in talent, comprehension, or appearance, he stood head and shoulders above the rest.
Rather than wait for those old fogeys above to bestow a marriage upon her, she might as well choose someone pleasing to her own eye and bring him back first.
Unfortunately, He Shenglai also regarded Yang Lingrui as an important bargaining chip for his future development and refused to yield no matter what.
Given the century-long relationship of mutual achievement between the He Family and Tiger Chasing, she could not truly steal what he treasured.
As the conversation here came to a halt, the matter on the other side had only just