Inside the palace, music and dance flourished.
Watching the nearly a hundred graceful dancers dressed in magnificent attire,
Zhao Jiaqi pouted, turning her gaze toward Lin Fan, who held a wine cup to one side.
"My brave warrior, the future City Lord of Luo Lan City, you must be happy now. Before long, all of these will be in your harem. Then you can enjoy songs and dances every night, not to mention the beautiful Meng Die personally attending to you. Are you almost losing control now?"
"Are you jealous?"
Lin Fan asked with a smile, setting down the wine cup in his hand.
"I would never be jealous of you. Don't forget, we haven't resolved the matter with the Heavenly Cave yet. Just make sure you don't get too comfortable here and forget about that."
Zhao Jiaqi gave him a disdainful look, face all darkened.
The dissatisfaction in her heart was now fully on display.
