C517 He Gathered Nine Hundred and Ninety Sets

Ruan Qingge stepped forward, just about to reach out, when she suddenly heard Qinghuai's serious voice behind her.

"Princess of Anyang, or rather..." Qinghuai pondered, his tone hesitant, as if waiting for Ruan Qingge to clarify herself.

Ruan Qingge frowned slightly, "What exactly are you trying to say?"

Qinghuai lowered his gaze to the ground, his eyes filled with inner conflict