C97 Chapter 97

Before Lingxiao could even react, Jian Yi stepped forward, squaring his shoulders like a bodyguard ready to shield someone.

Yep—Lingxiao was the “someone.”

A delicate little flower, swaying in the breeze.

“Father, the Prince knows what she’s doing. She won’t hurt me lightly. Could you, for my sake, set the capital matters aside for now?”

Ji Yancheng looked like he couldn’t care less