Zhou Lanting, having uttered this most rebellious sentence, remained silent for what seemed an eternity.
The crowd looked at him expectantly, but Zhou Lanting merely offered a shallow smile and did not respond.
Shi Zhou couldn't help but find it strange, "Why does this person always speak in half sentences?"
Qi Yu continued to hold her tea with detachment, sipping indifferently.
Her expression was too calm, making it impossible for anyone to associate her with the legendary Princess of Qi.
Besides, no one would believe that the Princess of Qi would sit in such an inconspicuous little teahouse.
"Mr. Zhou, why did you stop talking? Isn't the Princess blessed with good fortune? Why would her luck run out?" someone protested impatiently, determined to get an answer.
Zhou Lanting raised his hand to quiet the crowd and coolly dropped a bombshell, "Based on the birth chart of the Princess of Qi, she is a person of thin fate."
