Vanessa sneered, "Is the Saint Heir someone an outsider like you can see just by asking?"
Sang Luo gave a humorless smile. "Oh? Weren't you the ones who said I was supposed to bear his child? If I can't even get into his bed, can't even touch his 'thing,' how am I supposed to have a baby?"
"Y-You! How can you be so vulgar!" Vanessa's face flushed beet-red as she glared at her. "According to the Angel Clan's rites, the Saint Heir will not meet you before the wedding. You will simply wait until after the ceremony to bear children for the Saint Heir."
"Wedding?" Sang Luo's brow furrowed, and a cold, thin smile touched her lips.
'Have they even bothered to ask my opinion?'
'Get abducted, forced to marry and have a baby without even a single meeting... They treat a female—no, an "excellent vessel"—as something to be sent to bed. Her only mission is to reproduce for the Saint Heir, with no human rights whatsoever!'
'So this is the so-called Holy Hall. Nothing special.'
