Same high-order Xyrin Apostles, same elite-level defensive battlefield commanders, same Imperial Guard Corps of the Xyrin Emperor. Why can Sandora's subordinates become brilliant hosts of gatherings, while my subordinates are nothing but black-clad special police selling pirated CDs everywhere?!
Selling pirated disks in such a place was undoubtedly an adventurous act. Even Sicaro couldn't establish a market for porn among a group of social elites. This Imperial Officer, who loved battling urban management, lasted less than five seconds before being dragged away by security, urban management, and riot police arriving from all directions.
"Ah Jun, Sandora, do you know that person?" Qianqian asked curiously, seeing me and Sandora staring oddly in the direction where Sicaro had been taken away.
We both shook our heads firmly.
An hour passed quickly, and as dusk approached, the fake gentlemen, who came looking for a beautiful princess under the guise of cultural exchange, finally gave up and spread out with low murmurs of complaint. They realized this game was only teasing them; even if the seemingly elusive princess indeed was here, what could they do if she didn't acknowledge her identity when found?
During this time, we witnessed almost every pickup technique imaginable. Each so-called social elite man, like peacocks displaying their feathers, showed off to every foreign woman, not just the relatively good-looking young men but also many older, sleazy-looking men who seemed old enough to be Sandora's father. These would-be old gentlemen dressed meticulously, hoping their senior demeanor would charm the foreign princess.
Among these overly adrenalized peacocks, Liu Zicai, with his pig-headed look, stood out conspicuously.
In the end, no one was able to identify the princess from the crowd when the time ran out.
"Phew—I'm full!" Sandora patted her stomach and burped contentedly.
I stared at Sandora's slim waist, trying hard to figure out where she had put all the food she just consumed. Finally, I concluded that her stomach must be in Other Space.
Qianqian knocked on my head with a "bang," saying acidly, "Pervert, what are you looking at!"
I smiled awkwardly, and Sandora, feeling sympathetic, came up to rub my head, while Qianqian glared at her venomously.
At this moment, Carmen's loud voice rang out, relieving my embarrassment just in time. "Ladies and gentlemen, time flies faster than we imagine; an hour has passed. It seems none of the gentlemen present have managed to find our beautiful princess. I'm regretfully announcing that there are no winners of the game designed by our princess. But don't complain because the next part of the banquet is about to begin, and then our princess will naturally appear before everyone!"
A discordant voice rang out, "Are you guys messing with us? Is there really a princess here?"
Qianqian and I turned to look; a pig-headed person stood there.
Liu Zicai was undoubtedly the most frustrated here. Thanks to his current appearance, he faced a lot of hardships while trying to flirt. Most girls in the central square area were ladies with notable backgrounds, and Liu Zicai's wealth, usually unbeatable in attracting girls, had little appeal to them. Instead, his pig-like face only drew scornful eyes.
Seeing my gaze, Liu Zicai turned his head. He was stunned for a moment upon seeing us, then fixed me with a vicious glare.
Strange, when did I ever offend him?
Carmen slightly nodded to us discreetly, then spoke into the microphone, "I assure everyone, the princess is indeed here in this square. Now, please stay quiet and let our princess step forward—believe me, our beautiful princess will certainly surprise you all!"
With Carmen's gaze fixed on our direction, Sandora's smile transformed her entire aura dramatically.
From a sweet, adorable neighborhood girl to a noble, elegant princess!
Following Carmen's gaze, everyone noticed Sandora slowly walking toward the center. Someone occasionally let out a low gasp.
Many recognized the elegant blonde girl in the sky-blue dress; her earlier voracious eating left a deep impression. But soon, they rubbed their eyes in disbelief—was the noble elegant girl really that wild lass from before?
Watching the softly walking girl, no one was left unimpressed by her beauty and demeanor. It felt like an angel descending to the mortal world walked past, with every gaze and smile leaving them in awe without inciting any improper thoughts. Even I, immune to Sandora's transformations, was a bit amazed: which one was the real Sandora? The always cheerful little sister or the lofty Xyrin Empress bringing war and fear to countless worlds?
"Hello everyone," Sandora's voice brought the dazed people back to reality. She smiled gently, approachable yet with an air of nobility that kept people at a distance, "I'm glad to come to China and meet you all. I am Sandora, Sandora Kelvy Yurasis, Princess of Liska. But in the upcoming period, I hope you can forget my princess status and treat me as your friend..."
Noble, graceful, elegant yet solemn, approachable yet retaining royal majesty, Sandora was like a radiant sun now, letting everyone feel what a real princess was.
Clearly, Sandora wasn't going for a people-friendly route; she was a cool, haughty princess—only this style suited her identity.
Ahem, as for Sandora's erratic behavior around me, that was an exception...
After a few brief words, Sandora handed the microphone to the waiting Carmen and quickly returned to Qianqian and me, resuming her trademark silly smile.
"Hehe, Chen Jun, weren't they stunned!" Sandora said, grinning.
I seemed to hear countless people collapsing in shock—Sandora's transformation was too abrupt. Shifting from a wild girl to a princess had already greatly shocked the crowd, and now the princess reverting to a wild girl snapped their fraying nerves.
But Sandora never cared about ordinary people's thoughts; she childishly boasted about scaring everyone, much to Qianqian's wonder.
"Ah Jun," Qianqian said, "now I completely believe you and Sandora have a pure relationship—besides that dramatic reason, I can't think of any other way to explain the princess's personality..."
At this moment, Pandora lightly tugged my clothes, and I turned to look at the silent little Loli, who pointed behind me.
I turned and saw a fat guy—uh, a pig-headed guy—uh, no, it was Young Master Liu.
Liu Zicai now felt like the unluckiest person on earth. He was actually one of the few who first met Princess Sandora in person among all the noble children here (excluding me, the poor kid, from the start...). That should have been a very fortunate event, but he failed to seize the opportunity and offended the noble princess twice instead. Likely, he was already a complete fool in her eyes.
Who could've thought this princess was so good at disguises and had such a quirky personality?!
But he didn't want to give up!
Despite his dad's total resignation regarding associating with the princess, Liu Zicai thought otherwise!
Who was he? He was the most renowned ladies' man of K City, conquering countless young maidens with his prestigious background and outstanding looks. What kind of woman could Liu Zicai not get? Even a rarely seen celebrity ended up in his bed. Don't be misled by his status as a nineteen-year-old student; this Young Master Liu was a famed Casanova in certain circles. How could he bear to leave in such a humiliating defeat?
A princess, huh?! Aside from the title, isn't she just another woman in bed?!
Noble? Haughty? Perfect, such a woman would be even more satisfying to conquer!
Now, Liu Zicai went somewhat mad with the sole thought of regaining his lost "face," oblivious to confronting the universe's most terrifying tyrant.
Watching the laughing trio before him (our little Angel Pandora again being overlooked...), Liu Zicai felt an itch in his teeth: who was this poor guy, and why did the princess and another beauty favor him?
No matter his identity, anyone daring to steal women from Liu Zicai had to die!
Thus, the illustrious Liu Zicai resolutely embarked on an absurd solo journey against millions of Imperial Conquerors...