Ye Jiuyou had indeed never tasted such things before.0

This was the case not just for street food but any kind of mortal food. Even when she had disguised herself as a young lady of the Li Clan or whatever other exalted roles she played in the past, she had never once sampled the so-called delicacies of the human world. In her eyes, they were nothing more than worthless scraps, their energy negligible.0

She was just about to refuse when a stick of cotton candy was pushed into her hand. Zhao Changhe’s smile was warm. “You agreed to accompany me to the market, so that means you should play your part. I can’t be the only one eating while you just stand there watching, can I?”0

Ye Jiuyou snapped, “I haven’t even tried to back out yet, and you’re already demanding more?”0

Zhao Changhe chuckled. “But hasn’t Your Highness Jiuyou always been a model of reliability?”0

“And who told you that? Has no one ever described to you what the god of chaos is like?”0

“Then why did you honor your agreement with me? Why were you willing to abandon other plans for my sake? Could it be because you like me?”0

Ye Jiuyou nearly vomited. “Get lost!”0

Yet even as she said it, there was a strange flicker of guilt. She had only ever treated one person with such scrupulous loyalty in an alliance.0

Zhao Changhe smirked. “Ye Wuming’s tried it.”0

In truth, Zhao Changhe had no idea whether Ye Wuming had ever eaten cotton candy, but it was the perfect weapon against Ye Jiuyou. Her gaze instantly turned icy. She stared at the cotton candy as if it were some profound Dao or principle of the world.1

Zhao Changhe said with a grin, “There’s so much you’ve missed, experiences that even Ye Wuming has had. From the vastness of the cosmos to something as small as a piece of candy. If you want to trace things to their origin and grasp the truth, this won’t ...0