Qing Zhan was still a young girl, around 12 or 13 years old. It was rare for her to see her master getting angry, but upon seeing this scene, she could not understand what was going on. Furthermore, His Highness said that he had something to tell her, and this made her even more confused. Did she make any mistakes recently that had caused His Highness thinking of sending her away?
"Someone has requested for you to go to the Holy Worship Temple." The young man's voice was cold but not piercing. Instead, it was like porcelain, infiltrating smoothly into her ears. "You have probably heard about it already during these past few days."
Qing Zhan nodded, the image of that wickedly handsome face appeared in her mind.
