"Well, well..."
Qin Ying's eyes gradually turned icy cold.
"Boom!"
A sudden burst of energy unleashed a gust of wind.
"Who...!"
"This is Molan Mansion, watch yourself!"
"Could it be that fiend...?"
Amidst the wind, first came curses... then someone mentioned the fiend.
The initial curses halted abruptly.
After the wind disappeared, so did Qin Ying's figure.
...
The next day!
Zhuo Ning arrived in Qin Ying's room.
"Your Highness, where should we begin?"
Originally, he was waiting for her news, but by noon, she hadn't contacted him, so he came directly.
After all, he was short on time and needed to return to the Imperial City.
"Let's start in the Western region!"
Qin Ying thought of the Eastern Domain but ultimately mentioned the opposite, the Western region.
"Long Da, have Changsun Tian cooperate with Mr. Zhuo!"
Qin Ying instructed.
"Yes, Your Highness!"
After the two left, Qin Ying rested her chin on her hand, her upper body slumped on the table.
