Xiaomei nodded, "Yes, our Highness, when he was born, he knew some spiritual arts."
"real?"
"Well, madam, although His Highness is the prince of Long Yu Kingdom, his mother is a past saint of the Moon God Clan."
When Wanwan heard these words, she suddenly felt that she was not familiar with Sikong Yuecang at all.
If Xiaomei hadn't told her these things today, he didn't know when it would take him to understand them.
Sikong Yuecang...never told her this before.
But...it seems that she can't blame him...why didn't she ask him herself?
It turns out... Sikong Yuecang's mother is actually a saint from the Moon God Clan. No wonder Sikong Yuecang would stay in the Moon God Clan... She has always found it strange.
"Okay, madam, you can go back and ask His Highness slowly about these things. I believe he will tell you everything."
Wanwan nodded, and the two returned to Sikong Yuecang's side soon.
As soon as Sikong Yuecang saw Wanwan, a gentle smile appeared on his face.
He stretched out his hand, held his crooked little hand in his palm, and said softly, "Have you bought everything?"
"Well, Yue Cang, let's go put out the river lanterns now."
Sikong Yuecang raised the corners of her lips lightly, her silver hair fluttering gently in the wind, and the silver threads on her crescent-white robe shone in the light.
Despite wearing a silver mask, Sikong Yuecang, with his otherworldly temperament, still attracted many admiring glances.
I have to say that even if he is wearing a mask... Sikong Yuecang is still a figure that cannot be ignored.
Wearing a mask, he seems more attractive than before...
Just those eyes that are as bright as ink jade... make people think of the face under the mask... how attractive it is.
Wearing a mask, Sikong Yuecang...has a fatal sense of mystery.
Sikong Yuecang took Wanwan to a small river, where there were already many people.
Wanwan took the crutch from Xiaomei and handed it to him. Sikong Yuecang looked a little hesitant.