Zu An frowned. Even though this woman was exceedingly pretty, she seemed just a tad too cold.

The iciness she exuded was different from Chu Chuyan’s. His own wife had a naturally gentle and refined disposition, which, when paired with the Snowflake Sword technique that she cultivated, gave her the demeanor of a snowy enchantress.

However, the woman in front of him seemed to act all high and mighty, and carried herself with a snooty indifference. She was clearly not that old, but she exuded a maturity that belonged to someone much, much older.

No wonder the lively fatty had suddenly shrunk in fear, like a mouse unexpectedly spying a cat close by.

Zu An wasn’t stupid. Clearly, this was the crown princess.

The beautiful woman gave the two of them a look. Zhao Ruizhi leapt off his seat, as though his bottom had just been burned. He stood rigidly and obediently.

The woman noticed that Zu An was still sitting leisurely, casually popping fruits into his mouth, and she frowned...