Friendly? An Yiqing secretly laughed to herself, what trick is the old Prince Bruch playing?
"Ahem, Miss An, I heard you ran into someone from the Lasombra Clan today?"
"Hm, the old prince's information is quite well-informed." An Yiqing's tone was indifferent, giving no clue of her mood.
Old Prince Bruch felt a bit stifled, coughed lightly, "Miss An, do you have any time tomorrow? I'd like to invite you to visit the castle, would that be possible?"
An Yiqing's lips curled slightly, "Please, old prince, speak directly. Your politeness makes me uncomfortable."
There was no sound on the other end of the line for quite some time, and after a while, old Prince Bruch seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, his voice tinged with delight, "Haha, Miss An, battling the Archbishop in Red and twenty Onmyoji, I've heard of your feats in Country Zi. Calling you today, I'm truly hesitant to be presumptuous."
Afraid to be presumptuous, this thousand-year-old guy? Truly fooling.
