"Who are you calling sister?" Mu Qingge's eyes narrowed dangerously, the cold gleam in her eye slits full of sarcasm.
She admitted she was much younger than this Vassal Lord Yan Ya, but... who gave her the guts to call the Princess sister? Was she just blatantly, openly revealing her intentions in front of her?
"Forgive me, Princess!" Yan Ya also realized she had misspoken and quickly knelt on the ground, showing a frightened appearance.
She didn't know what got into her, perhaps she was provoked by Mu Qingge's words and wanted to gain an upper hand, so she spoke like this.
Mu Qingge sneered inwardly, "Forgive? Forgive what sin?"
