"Princess, behind our War Shuttle, there are more than a dozen War Shuttles following us. They've all come."
Below the palace hall, other than those few female Princess Guards who were as cold and silent as robots, there was only one maid. The maid was called Xiao Mo, and she had followed Feng Wuyun for over a thousand years. You had to know, Feng Wuyun herself was only a bit over a thousand years old.
Xiao Mo frowned slightly, looking a bit cute.
Speaking of looks, she was of course far inferior to Princess Feng Wuyun, but she could still count as a little beauty.
"Princess, those tagalongs are really driving me crazy."
Xiao Mo added.
Her own princess was too outstanding.
Simply like a Mingzhu hanging in the Sky Dome, far too dazzling.
Naturally, there were endless so‑called self‑confident young geniuses who thought highly of themselves and tried to pursue the princess. Overestimating themselves.
