"I'm open to cooperating, but—" Jiang Xinli glanced at Lanse and gave a small smile. "We'll discuss the terms in stages."
'No matter what, I have to get to the Deep Sea Territory.'
'As for that bullshit marriage alliance with those three Princes—'
'I'll just have to wait and see what happens when the time comes.'
The young noble, Lan Bing, lowered his gaze, gave her a thoughtful glance, and smiled. "Alright."
"As for your earlier question, I can only tell you the answer once we've reached the Deep Sea Territory," he said in a pleasant voice, handing her a small, exquisite, shell-shaped box.
"As a token of my sincerity in this cooperation, please accept this small gift from me."
Jiang Xinli reached out, took it, and opened it carefully. Inside was a thumb-sized pearl that shone with a faint, glacial-blue light.
The pearl emitted a faint scent of lemongrass.
It was very similar to the scent of Lanse's pheromones.
She took it out. It was cool to the touch.
"What is this?"
