She glanced at Yang Yan again.
"With that cold demeanor, it seems he's almost refined himself into a corpse. Only then could he look at me without moving an inch!
In this way, his calmness in front of me doesn't matter. It's not that I'm not attractive enough, nor that his *heart realm* is particularly high."
She then turned to the guard to inquire.
"When you asked him, did that man speak or show any expression?"
"Reporting to the Princess, he didn't speak, nor did he show any expression."
"Didn't he? Good." Huan Wu said with relief. "In this world, only the dead, or those neither human nor ghost, can gaze upon me unmoved.
Continue forward!"
"Yes!"
The sedan chair passed by Yang Yan and Miao Yin. Huan Wu gave Miao Yin a deep look.
Miao Yin met Huan Wu's eyes. The other looked down from her higher position, seemingly with a mocking glint in her eyes.
"What does she mean by this?" Miao Yin's delicate brows furrowed.
