"Get lost!"
The cultivator who had presented it—a Nascent Soul elder—stood awkwardly in place until the guards physically escorted him out of the palace.
"This next one is a Phoenix Veil Silk Robe, worn by the former Princess of the Burning Vine Kingdom!"
"Hmph. Too last-century."
More and more gifts were rejected. Some laughed in amusement; others watched in horror.
A few tried to bribe their way into her favor—like the merchant heir who arrived with five crates of rare treasures. She didn't even blink.
"I want the Shadow-Eyed Moon Serpent," her voice echoed over the hall.
A young cultivator from a sect bowed nervously. "Princess, I present to you this Cloud-Fanged Serpent. I hope—"
"Get out," she interrupted. "It's not what I asked for."
Guards tossed him out without another word.
Murmurs started to spread among the crowd. "She's really throwing tantrums today." "Who would've thought the serpent would be this hard to catch…" "Someone needs to slap some sense into her…"
