"Are you the Elven Queen?"
"Huh?" Nalan Yufei blinked.
Then her face did the full celestial spectrum—confusion, pride, horror, mild offense, and finally landing on disbelief.
"No!" she snapped, almost offended.
She had a point.
She was young, fresh, cultivated in both body and spirit like a premium sect disciple harvested under optimal moonlight.
Definitely not old enough to rule a race. But that didn't stop Su Xiaobai from crafting his own internal fanfiction.
In his version, Nalan Yufei was the Elven Queen—just in disguise. Sent to the Light City on some mysterious matriarchal mission to retrieve a divine artifact or uncover ancient secrets or stop her race from being corrupted by light-turned-dark bullshit.
Which… wasn't entirely wrong. Just warped through Su Xiaobai's brain, which ran on cunning, instinct, and at least one philosophical theory he invented during dual cultivation practice.
To him, Elven hierarchy had to be like sect structure.
There's the Queen? Sure.
