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That quiet corner was only five meters away from where Ranmil was hiding.2

Baiye let out a long breath and stared at Qingcao. "It's not that I don't want to help you, but I can't. Please leave."

She then gave the silver drafts back to Qingcao. "I can't accept this. I haven't done anything for you. Please take it back.

She left after that, after making sure that there was no one around.

"Wait —"

Ranmil suddenly ran out of her hiding place.

"Huh?" Caught off guard, Baiye jumped and stared at Ranmil nervously.

Why was the princess here? Baiye looked at Qingcao in bewilderment.

Before Qingcao could say anything, Ranmil ran to Baiye's side, took her hand, and asked anxiously, "Tell me! Did His Royal Highness not want to see me, or did Feng Wu stop him from doing so?"

Ranmil simply wouldn't take no for an answer.

The crown prince might now have an interest in her; he couldn't have remained indifferent to the Enchanting Body.

After recalling what happened just now, she hesitated.

"Tell me! Did Feng Wu stop His Royal Highness from seeing me? Speak!" Baiye thought that Ranmil was going to choke her.

Qingcao stopped Ranmil in a hurry. "Princess, please calm down —"

Scared, Baiye had to describe what she thought she had seen. "Miss Feng Wu wasn't happy about it. His Royal Highness seemed intrigued, but Miss Feng Wu threatened him, so…"

"I knew it! It was Feng Wu! I knew it! His Royal Highness would never have turned me down!" Ranmil was furious. "Had it not been for Feng Wu, His Royal Highness would have said yes!"

"Princess…" Qingcao was frightened by Ranmil.

So was Baiye.

What would this frantic Ranmil do? Would she kill them?

However, to Baiye's surprise, Ranmil turned to leave.

Just like that? Baiye was perplexed.

Qingcao gave Baiye an apologetic look and quickly followed Ranmil.

Ranmil sat down at her desk after she went back to her tent.

She closed her eyes and seemed to be considering something.

No one could tell what she was thinking about.

Suddenly, she raised her hand.

Seeing this, Qingcao immediately prepared some ink for her.

Once the ink, paper, and pen were ready, Ranmil opened her eyes.

There was no warmth in her eyes.

She looked like she was someone who had nothing to lose.

She picked up the pen and wrote a letter without any pause.

Qingcao paled when she saw what the letter was about.

She wanted to say something, but went silent when she saw the look on the princess's face.

But she had broken into a cold sweat.

Her princess was taking a bit of a risk.

The ink hadn't dried when Ranmil picked up the letter. She carefully blew the ink dry before handing it to Qingcao. "Give this letter to His Royal Highness."

"Princess…" Qingcao knelt down and pleaded. "Princess, please stop. There will be more excellent young men in the future…"

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