C119 The Princess Was Angry.

Muh Zhuyun's voice was featherlight as she spoke, "Please, both of you, take a seat."

No sooner had her words faded than the veils entwining Shangguan Yue and Jiang Su vanished. Simultaneously, a long table and chairs materialized on either side of their standing positions.

Crafted from millennia-old sandalwood, the tables exuded a subtle scent