"Ancestors? Ancestors?!"
Lu Yaner watched the female sorcerer in her bridal garment turn and disappear, looking around in confusion as she let out a piercing cry.
Zhao Douan smacked his lips, feeling the vitality within him depleting as it sustained the arrival of Pei Niannu; he voluntarily severed his contemplation, preventing Pei Niannu from sensing what was happening outside.
He looked down at Princess Lu, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "Stop shouting, Princess. Senior Pei has already left."
Lu Yaner stared at him blankly, hoping for an explanation.
Zhao Douan spoke impassively:
"Senior Pei said she is very disappointed in you. It's one thing to be involved in the mundane court conflicts, but to willingly serve Prince Jing, such a rebel, and become a lapdog for mortal authorities has disgraced her and even more so, the heritage she left behind. How could such a descendant still have the face to ask for her return?"
