"No way." Lu Qing interrupted Zhu Yu before she could finish speaking, expressing his opposition. His brow slightly furrowed, full of disapproval, "Your father isn't crucial enough for us to require you to pay such a high price for this alliance."
Zhu Yu found his words rather amusing.
A few months ago, she was just a small concubine's daughter in the Prince Shuo Mansion with no more presence than a fleeting wind, and most of the time she couldn't even see her exalted father.
Now, several months later, even the alliance with the mighty Prince Shuo could not weigh more than a bit of her blood.
"I only mentioned offering blood, didn't say it had to be mine." Zhu Yu glanced at Lu Qing and whispered, "With such great talisman skills, can't we just get some chicken blood?"
