After Feng Xiu finished talking about Teng Zhao's situation, he thought Qin Liuxi would be angry, but her expression was calm, as if she was listening to someone else's story, not caring at all.
Qin Liuxi said, "I initially thought it was a big deal and was rather anxious, but now listening to it, is this all? Is it worth getting angry over?"
Feng Xiu: "?"
Wait, if you're not anxious, why did you come so quickly?
"They're still holding them, waiting for the Saint to arrange a marriage." Feng Xiu said, "Aren't you worried that Teng Zhao will become a Prince Consort? By then, you won't have a disciple."
Qin Liuxi scoffed, "You seem to forget that the State Preceptor in the Palace is my puppet. If he dares to arrange a marriage, I'll show him just how harmful this marriage arrangement can be to him."
Feng Xiu raised an eyebrow, "What, are you going to kill that Princess?"
