"You girl, after eating something, you don't even bother to wipe your mouth." Princess Lingyue used her own handkerchief to wipe the food from the corners of Xian Miaomiao's mouth, her smiling eyes brimming with tenderness.
Princess Lingyue was famously kind to others. Most of the time, what she showed the outside world was her gentle side, but only when she looked at Xian Miaomiao was that tenderness at its purest.
"Hehe, sis, I don't have any other hobbies—I just love eating!" Xian Miaomiao hugged Princess Lingyue tightly, eyes closed, her little face continuously nuzzling against Xian Lingyue's bosom, like a spoiled kitten.
"No wonder Mother named you Miaomiao—you really are a little glutton." Princess Lingyue lightly flicked Xian Miaomiao's forehead, but suddenly, her gaze sharpened. She grabbed Xian Miaomiao's shoulders and looked her straight in the eye. "Miaomiao, your cultivation… you've broken through to Third-rank Martial Emperor?"
"That's right." Xian Miaomiao nodded with a grin.
"You girl, you're improving way too fast. It hasn't even been that long since your last breakthrough." Though Princess Lingyue said this, she was inwardly overjoyed.
The throne of the Elven Kingdom could only be inherited by males. After the king's only son died, there was no heir to speak of, so he had always wanted a son—but when Xian Miaomiao was born, he gave up on that idea.
Because he decided he would let Xian Miaomiao inherit his throne, and he immediately summoned the council of elders to discuss the matter.
When the elders learned of this, they strongly opposed it. Even though Xian Miaomiao's father was the king, he felt the pressure.
However, before long, Xian Miaomiao's talent became apparent—her cultivation advanced at a speed that could only be described as divine, reaching a truly jaw-dropping pace.
Under these circumstances, the elders who had fiercely opposed Xian Miaomiao inheriting the throne fell silent.
Because Xian Miaomiao's talent was simply too terrifying—terrifying to the point of being unbelievable. Even if this Ancient Elf was female, having her become king was perfectly justified.
After all, the king generally represented the strongest among the Ancient Elves, and only the strongest was qualified to sit on the throne.
"Miaomiao, today I saw someone. Guess who?" Xian Lingyue asked.
"Sis, how boring. You already told me it's a person and still want me to guess—are you looking down on my intelligence?" Xian Miaomiao rolled her eyes.
"You girl, I'm asking you to guess what kind of person." Princess Lingyue said.
"I won't guess. I'm not interested in people." Xian Miaomiao pouted. As she spoke, she reached out and snatched an entire plate of pastries from a nearby table, stuffing them into her mouth in big bites.
"Oh, oh, oh—remind me who's always bringing up that guy Chu Feng? Isn't that guy a person?" Princess Lingyue said.
"Ah?!"
"Sis, you mean Chu Feng? You saw Chu Feng? Where?!" Xian Miaomiao immediately grabbed Princess Lingyue's sleeve, bouncing up and down with excitement.
"Look at you, all worked up. If I told you he's right here in our Elven Kingdom, you'd go absolutely crazy with joy." Princess Lingyue laughed.
"He came to our Elven Kingdom? Where? I want to go find him!" Xian Miaomiao was about to dash out.
"Come back here—you're a princess, at least show some decorum. Besides, you've only met him once. How can you be so fixated on him?" Princess Lingyue asked.
"Sis, you don't understand. Chu Feng is the only person in the Human Race, aside from Qing Xuantian, who has triggered the Ancient Immortal Needle. I'm curious about him. I want to know whether he'll become the next Qing Xuantian." Xian Miaomiao said.
"There are plenty of Ancient Immortal Needles, and the ones outside aren't even hard to trigger. That alone isn't enough to become someone like Qing Xuantian. But honestly, this Chu Feng does have some real ability."
"The moment I laid eyes on him, I could tell he's quite different from other humans." Princess Lingyue said.
"Yes, yes! He's improving really fast. I heard even Nangong Longjian is backing him up, forcing the Four(