"Bestow the name Zheng Yuxiao, title... Princess Lingxiao!"
"Princess Lingxiao..."
Cui Xiabing muttered this title, and thinking of Your Majesty's titles for the previous nine princesses, she already understood what Your Majesty had in mind.
"Your Majesty~"
Cui Xiabing held Zheng Yi's right hand, her beautiful eyes full of affection.
"Your Majesty, rest assured. When the master returns, I will definitely plead with her to guide you on the path of cultivation."
"You have a spirit root, and your qualification is not inferior to mine. I believe the master will be very willing to accept you as a disciple."
"At the very least, she will lend you a helping hand."
"Let's hope so."
After talking with Cui Xiabing in the bedchamber for a while, Zheng Yi felt two distinct waves of aura fluctuation outside the hall.
"Beloved consort, rest. I have important matters to attend to."
"Please, Your Majesty."
