"Qiutong, if I guess correctly, you were once just a lowly slave, right?"
"You!" Qiu Tong's eyes flashed with anger and viciousness, and he had no intention of hurting her.
She resented Wu Xin's appearance, as well as her background. She was a princess of Jinli Kingdom, with noble blood and innate nobility.
These are not things she can have as a former slave. She hates her dirty origin and longs for beauty, light and nobility.
"Then as a slave, you must be branded with the mark of a slave. I don't think there is an uglier scar than this, Qiutong, don't you think so?"
"Haha, Wu Xin, you are right, that mark is indeed extremely ugly, but do you know? The master helped me remove that mark two years ago. I am not a slave, and you are just a disgraced princess, no more noble than me.
Where to go!”
Qiutong smiled a little crazy. Sometimes she would put two large mirrors in the shower, and she could see her smooth and white back, without any blemishes. No one knew that she had been a slave.
Now, she is only fourteen years old and is already a fourth-level illusionist. She is extraordinary and outstanding. She can stay with her master, and everyone in the Hall of Hell has to respectfully call her miss.
"Princess? That's really ironic." Wuxin sneered, sarcasm flashed in his beautiful eyes, "Qiutong, you said that the deep-rooted mark on your body can be removed by the master, then, you said that the little mark on the master's face
Can the scars be removed?"
"What do you mean?" Qiu Tong raised her eyebrows, doubts and surprise flashed in her eyes.
"As you think." After saying this, Wu Xin turned around and left, his white clothes fluttering, and soon he melted into the night mist.
Qiutong opened her apricot eyes wide, and her pupils shrank. She couldn't believe that such scars could not trouble the master.
So, the owner deliberately left the scars on his face. Why did the owner do this?
…………
On August 13th, the sky was gray, the leaves were slightly yellow, the weather was a bit hot, and the air was very depressing.
On the streets of Chaoyang City, a girl wearing a veil and a sunshade shawl led a horse, wearing a white horse and a light coat, toward the city gate. She was going to Qianyan College in the far north.
The streets are still bustling with people coming and going. This is Chaoyang City, the royal city of Jinli Kingdom.
Wu Xin took a look around. She had never seen Chaoyang City well before. This place belonged to the Nangong royal family, but her surname was no longer Nangong.
"What a coincidence, young lady." The young man caught up and said gracefully.
He is dressed in crescent white, elegant and proud, with a majestic air, sword eyebrows flying into his temples, eyes like bright stars, face like a crown jade, the wind is clear and the moon is bright.
Wuxin glanced at the sudden appearance of the people next to him, frowned, then withdrew his gaze and continued walking towards the city gate.
Jing Ao had long expected to be ignored by her, but he believed that the more ruthless the person, the more rogue tactics should be used, since he was not thin-skinned anyway.
Jing Ao also walked a few steps faster to keep up with her: "What a coincidence, I didn't have time to ask your name before we said goodbye last time. My name is Dongfang Jing Ao. I wonder what your name is?"
Wuxin frowned fiercely and stepped forward two steps. The Dongfang family and the Nangong family were just like a nest of snakes and rats, they were no different.
"Are you going to go on a long trip out of the city gate?" Jing Ao guessed as he saw the direction she was going, dressed as if she were traveling on a long journey, and leading a horse with a baggage hanging on its back.