White closed his eyes, focusing intently.
The man's voice was deep and steady, "Who are you? How dare you sneak into the Crown Prince's bedchamber?"
Vivian chuckled, "Oh dear, why are you so petty? I was just curious. The legendary number one handsome man, I've lived so long and never seen you, wouldn't that be a waste of my hundred thousand years of cultivation? But you really are quite good-looking for your age. What could your father have done to have a son as handsome as this, especially when he's so unattractive himself?"
The man reprimanded sharply, "Scoundrel, how dare you!"
Vivian clicked her tongue, "Even your father isn't that uptight, so why are you so, well, rigid? Besides, since I find you handsome, I'll forgive your lack of power. In terms of seniority, you should call me, hmm..."
Vivian paused for a moment, but White could hear her thoughts:
If I make him call me Auntie, wouldn't that make me seem too old? Well then, I'll take advantage of his father.
