Upon hearing the word "heir," Princess Jiaceng's eyebrows slightly twitched, and she snorted.
"Ruan Mian, do you really think I would believe your nonsense? Master Huaiji is the abbot of the Ancient Flower Temple, and you're just a convict claiming to be her disciple? Aren't you afraid of being laughed at?"
"I think your foxy appearance would make a better case for being a disciple of Daji."
Ruan Mian held back her laughter and said sincerely, "Madam, you're joking. Although I'm a convict, I come from a merchant family in the Capital City. On my way as a convict, I had dealings with Master Huaiji and benefited from the kindness of the master."
"Of course, if Madam doesn't believe it, it's fine. Consider this Lady Ginseng as a gift to you. If there is any good news, you can believe me then."
Princess Jiaceng would never believe her. Had she not been so cold to the point of losing feeling, she would have given Ruan Mian a good talking to.
