Princess Lingyun stood tall and straight. Though her small frame appeared exceedingly frail, there was not a trace of fear in her expression.
Yun Que gave Mu Qingyao a helpless look and said, "Once you enter the Imperial City, my silver is as good as mine. After I die, you can use the money to build me a grand tomb—at least I'll have a grave to show for it. But if you die too, who am I supposed to collect my money from?"
Before Mu Qingyao could reply, a red lotus materialized.
Chapter 42