He glanced at him disinterestedly, not even as good as that dead woman Qinghe, at least she would chat with him for a bit.
He randomly grabbed a servant, and asked haughtily, "Have you seen where that dead woman Qinghe is?"
The servant, holding a tray, was caught off guard and got startled. He was about to curse, wondering which little girl was playing a prank on him. On such an important occasion today, who could afford the consequences if something went wrong? But as soon as he looked up, he shuddered instantly. The words of reprimand he had ready were swallowed hard, remembering the numerous infamous deeds of the Demon King, his little face turned deathly pale, yet he didn't dare to run.
He stuttered, "Thir-third Prince, good, I I I I, that, Miss Qinghe."
