He lifted up a corner of the handkerchief on the table, revealing the shape of the thing inside. It was a folded paper fan. Just looking at the texture of the fan wood, Xue Tiannan felt a little familiar. He pushed the handkerchief apart in two or three times, and the bottom of the paper fan was close to the position of the fan nail, and a very small boat character was engraved.

Heather sat next to him and stared at the unfolding fan. The fan should be something that Xue Tiannan had acquaintance, otherwise his name would not have been engraved, but strangely, she also felt familiar.

I seem to have seen it somewhere...

Xiyangxue's index finger began to turn the ring of his thumb. Anyone who knows him knows that this was his malicious action. "Who did the prince remember?"

Xue Tiannan's eyes were gloomy, and he raised his fingers and covered his handkerchief again. He asked, "Where is the person?"

"You are not curious, why did the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion not receive the news? Instead, a small sect like me who is not a good person gets the news first?"

Xiyang Xue’s self-deprecation was essentially a sarcasm to him. The Duke of Zhenguo’s Mansion did not receive any news. Isn’t this saying that it is better to be a sect in the world than a sect?

But now, Xue Tiannan is not in the mood to care about these things, "You offer the offer, I will buy out all the news about him."

It is obvious that Xue Tiannan can compromise to the point of being slaughtered. This person is really very important. Heather filtered all the people he knew in his mind, but still couldn't remember who this fan was.

Xiyangxue raised her hand and shook her index finger at the person, "What I lack the least is silver. Can't the prince show any sincerity?"

This sentence brought about a moment of silence in the room. Heather couldn't help hearing this. Xiyang Xue was clearly putting in trouble. After the ceremony, the Duke of Zhenguo came one after another. At this time, something went wrong, but the person on the other side caught the handle.

"Snow Lord, just say whatever you want. Whose time is wasted here?"

Before Xiyangxue could speak, the person next to him couldn't help it, "You girl--" As soon as he started speaking, he found that Xiyangxue, who was sitting, looked at him coldly. The black temperament that could swallow all the light made all the words choke in his throat. He consciously shut up and retreated back to his position, leaving the afterglow of fear for that glance in his heart.

He just wanted to hold on to his master, but why...

When the man stepped down, Xiyang Xue spoke slowly, "Today, the prince took something from me. I admit that it is your ability to keep Xuelang, but now I have the information, so it is natural to exchange for more valuable chips."

This was for Heather. Except for her, everyone present knew that Xiyang Xue was famous for being impolite and impatient. Not to mention Xue Tiannan, even the people in Xuetang had never seen their master say so many things at once.

Seeing that Xue Tiannan seemed not going to speak, Heather continued to negotiate: "What does the Snow Lord mean when he said 'more valuable'?"

"For example..." Xiyang Xue was thinking, after about half a minute, she just spit out a word, "You."

Heather was stunned, she?

Xiyang Xue was playing tricks on her? Killing her three times was not enough. Now that she didn't play with robbing her, it turned into a secret dispute. She really couldn't understand why he was so persistent.

Just when she was still thinking about how to turn the words to their advantage, someone had already spoken, "No."
Chapter completed!