This Southern Xinjiang princess had taken a fancy to Chu Qi.
However, just a second before the handkerchief touched Chu Qi's face, it turned inch by inch into ashes at a speed that the naked eye could follow. It had been destroyed by Chu Qi's internal strength.
The shock from his internal strength forced Princess Man Li a few steps back, and blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.
Gripping what little remained of the handkerchief, she stared at Chu Qi in disbelief.
She could not believe that he had just blown her handkerchief to pieces.
Her face turned a livid red.
Was this man a block of wood, or was his heart made of stone?
He should feel blessed to have won the favor of Southern Xinjiang's greatest beauty, but no—he refused to give her any bit of attention.
The Great Shang officials, however, were not surprised in the least.
