Perhaps I came at the wrong time.
No, you came at just the right time!
Why would Bai Yue Ling ever refuse a gentle, kind, and understanding big sister?
Moreover, this big sister was steadfastly devoted to “peace” as her lifelong pursuit, completely free of the mischievous tendencies of other big sisters who might tease or “crush her thighs” at any moment.
Cuddling with such a beautiful and kind-hearted big sister was the safest option!
“Me… join you?” Huilian froze slightly, “You mean, a trio?”
“It could also be a harem,” Bai Yue Ling replied.
In a world filled only with beautiful girls, while most relationships were one-on-one pure love, trios weren’t uncommon, and there were even people like Bai Yue Ling who built harems.
Precisely because everyone was a beautiful girl, they could accept one another, giving rise to diverse relationship dynamics like trios, harems, and imparts…
“I need to think about it.”
Huilian covered her face in thought, her expression tinged with worry, “I’d like to find a time to talk with Trineph alone.”
The rest of the journey passed in silence. This princess, who could effortlessly maintain balance among various factions, found herself unable to stay calm in front of Bai Yue Ling.
Time flew by, and before long, the carriage reached the deepest part of the Royal Palace.
The innermost area housed Her Majesty the Queen’s palace, heavily guarded with the kingdom’s most elite sentinels patrolling around the clock and multiple magic arrays set up by grand mages. Even high-ranking ministers had to undergo thorough searches and constant supervision to enter.
The carriage stopped before the palace, and as Bai Yue Ling stepped out, she was immediately surrounded by a group of fully armed guards.
“Sorry, Miss Priest Hero, you must remove all equipment and wear the designated clothing to enter.”
“Here we go again?”
Bai Yue Ling reluctantly stripped off all her equipment, even handing over Jelly, and changed into a designated white mini-skirt before the guards allowed her to pass.
Upon entering the palace, she heard a faint buzz.
[You have entered a Magic-Sealing Barrier. All skills are unusable.]
Checking her skill panel, Bai Yue Ling saw all her skill icons grayed out, and even her inventory was inaccessible.
Huilian said apologetically, “Please understand. Mother is gravely ill and physically frail, so such strict protection is necessary.”
A terminally ill queen would naturally have many enemies hoping for her demise. If she were assassinated, the consequences would be catastrophic.
Curious, Bai Yue Ling asked, “Have you ever caught any assassins?”
Huilian replied as they walked, “Oh, yes. At its peak, we caught several assassins daily. Now, it’s down to about one a week.”
“Some were deathsworn trained by the Shadow Blade Assassins, sneaking in through the guards’ shadows. Others were scholars from the Alchemical Society, attempting to poison the entire palace. There were even Dark Faction succubi infiltrating dreams to assassinate her. We’ve seen all sorts of tactics.”
Bai Yue Ling’s curiosity deepened, “What was the most dangerous situation you’ve faced so far?”
“Hmm… let me think,” Huilian pondered, “It was a countess from our kingdom. During a political discussion with Mother, she got so furious that she threw her high-heeled shoe from ten meters away, nearly hitting her. Since then, no one’s allowed to wear shoes inside.”
Bai Yue Ling glanced down at her bare, snow-white feet, So that’s why.
Wearing only a small white skirt left her with no weapons—unless she were to take off the skirt, roll it up, and throw it.
They passed through a long corridor and stopped before a grand door.
The guards confirmed their identities one last time before letting them through.
The Queen’s bedroom wasn’t lavishly decorated but exuded an elegant, restrained atmosphere. The spacious room held only a large bed at its center, with almost no other furniture or adornments.
The bed was draped in sheer white curtains, faintly revealing the voluptuous silhouette of the woman lying within. Though her face was obscured, her graceful posture and curvaceous figure radiated a mature, captivating aura. Yet, the distance of over ten meters from the door gave off a cold, unapproachable air.
[Name: Qing Jin Rose]
[Race: Human]
[Level: 60]
[Class: Ice Sorceress]
[Description: Her Majesty the Queen of the Rose Kingdom, a true ice-cold beauty. Except for her four daughters, she treats everyone with extreme indifference. She is highly accomplished in ice magic and an honorary professor at the Magic Academy. However, she is now bedridden with a rare illness that even the most skilled Life Archbishop cannot cure.]
[Note: In her youth, Qing Jin, as an Ice Sorceress, fell in love with a “Flame Sorceress” and crowned her the Rose Queen. After giving birth to four daughters, the Flame Sorceress mysteriously vanished ten years ago, leaving Qing Jin as the world-renowned “beautiful widow.” She has since lived a life of restraint, with no one able to stir her heart again.]
[Additional Note: A minister once proposed that Qing Jin declare: if someone could cure her illness, she would take them as her queen consort. Knowing her time was limited, Qing Jin casually agreed.]
Not long after entering, Bai Yue Ling felt a chill, her petite frame shivering.
Ice-cold beauty… So it’s literal ice.
Beyond the icy aura, she caught a faint, elegant fragrance, making her even more curious about the stunning beauty lying in the bed.
As Bai Yue Ling’s imagination ran wild, Huilian suddenly knelt on one knee beside her.
“Your Majesty.”
Bai Yue Ling stood frozen until Huilian pinched her toe, prompting her to mimic the gesture.
“Your Majesty.”
“Mhm.”
The ice-cold beauty on the bed responded with an emotionless hum, seemingly indifferent to their arrival.
Except for her four princesses, she treated everyone with the same cold detachment, which explained why someone once got so frustrated they threw a shoe at her.
Huilian rose slowly, introducing, “Your Majesty, this is the Otherworld Traveler who purified the Forest of Nature—Priest Hero.”
“…Priest Hero?” Qing Jin said faintly, “What’s her name?”
“Priest Hero is her name.”
“Is that so?”
Though Qing Jin showed no reaction, Bai Yue Ling clutched her white skirt, her face flushed with embarrassment.
Why did the system give me such a name?!
“A hero named Priest Hero. Interesting,” Qing Jin shifted slightly, her full hips subtly swaying, “How could a level 20 priest purify pollution even Sistana couldn’t handle?”
Facing the question, Bai Yue Ling deliberately played coy, “That’s… not something I can reveal.”
“Oh?”
The moment she spoke, the room’s temperature plummeted, as if they’d been plunged into an icy abyss.
Playing coy before the Queen was a dangerous move.
Yet Bai Yue Ling remained unhurried, brimming with confidence, “Because I plan to let Your Majesty—not ‘Madam,’ I mean Your Majesty—experience my purification method firsthand.”
“I want to try… to see if I can cure Your Majesty’s illness.”