The Seventh Prince was her master, and Xu Xing was her master too. If the two of them were to confront each other, she would be stuck in the middle. She could see no path for survival, only death.
"Mister, then you are...?"
A bit of respect settled on Lady Qionghai's face as she poured a cup of tea for Xu Xing, asking gently.
She wouldn't interfere with the Seventh Prince. She didn't mind making compromises to assist Xu Xing with matters within her power. On the contrary, having one more ally could only be a good thing.
"I'm curious, what is Nan Lu's position in the Demon Lord's Mansion?"
Without even a sip of the tea that Lady Qionghai had served, Xu Xing set it down, his gaze lingering on her face, as lovely as peach blossoms, for a bit longer as he asked leisurely.
Lady Qionghai was from the Demon Lord's Mansion, so it would be better to ask her about Nan Lu rather than Luo Ying, the "traitor".
"Nan Lu..."
"Twelfth Miss?"
