Yuqiongyin

Kula picked up her shattered pride, took a deep breath, and said to the maid in a deep voice: "You should directly tell the people at the auction house that I am a royal princess, and tell the person in the box that if I raise the price again, it will be against the royal family."

Kula paused, and said with a grim look, "For 200 million gold coins, the Yuqiong necklace must be given to me."

As soon as the offer of 300 million was made, the entire auction hall fell silent. This price was really too high, and no one had the ability to raise the price further. The Yuqiong necklace finally fell into Sylvaria's hands.

The waiter who delivered the message from the auction house was also a member of the Escarlot vampire family. He had long known Sylvaria's identity and couldn't help but find it funny when he delivered the message.

The Eskarot clan didn't even take the human king seriously, let alone a powerless princess?

Sylva Ria sat lazily on the luxurious leather sofa, holding a crystal clear glass in her hand and shaking it gently. The glass was filled with red wine as bright as blood.

After hearing the message, she took a sip of the red wine, her movements graceful and slow, savoring the mellow taste of the wine on her tongue, but there was no emotion in her eyes.

Her voice was cold, with a barely perceptible indifference in her tone: "Tell her not to covet things that don't belong to her."

This sentence was conveyed verbatim to Kula in the box opposite. Her face instantly turned gloomy, and her originally delicate face was now covered with gloom.

She almost couldn't help but explode on the spot, but when she faced the waiter who delivered the message, she found that the other party's attitude was neither humble nor arrogant, and there was no fear at all.

She took a deep breath and swallowed the anger in her heart.

"I know." Kula gritted her teeth and said, her voice full of reluctance and anger. She narrowed her eyes, her gaze flashing with a dangerous light: "You'd better not let me know who she is!"

She secretly swore in her heart that she must find that woman and make her pay the price.

But at the same time, she also knew that this was the territory of Duke El of the Escarlot family, and she couldn't act rashly against that man.

As the youngest princess in the royal family, she has been loved since she was a child and has never suffered such grievances. However, the current situation forces her to endure it.

Because she couldn't leave a bad impression on Duke El, even though her heart was full of resentment and anger, she chose to endure temporarily.

"Find a few people and follow them," she whispered to the maid after the waiter who delivered the message left.

"Yes."

*

In the carriage, Sylvalia picked up the jade necklace and placed the pendant in her palm.

At first glance, the necklace may look exquisite, but there's nothing particularly eye-catching about it.

However, when she began to concentrate on feeling the jade flower, she could sense a faint flow of magic power that matched her own abilities. Perhaps, this butterfly really had the ability to travel through time and space? But the problem was that people didn't know how to use this ability.

Sylvaria stared at the butterfly necklace in her hand and decided to put aside her exploration of the butterfly necklace for the time being.

Despite her interest in this mysterious trinket, she has not yet been able to find a way to use it, hoping to uncover its secrets at some point in the future.

Seeing her put the Yuqiong necklace back into the jewelry box, Lucas asked, "Your Majesty, are you not going to wear it?"

Sylvaly shook her head slightly. "El has arranged to go to the stables in a while, and it's not suitable to wear such bulky jewelry there."

Lucas nodded after hearing this. "But it's also very nice to see your Majesty demonstrate superb horsemanship."

Sylvalia heard the expectation in his words and smiled faintly, "I am looking forward to your horsemanship."

*

The sunlight shines through the leaves, creating patches of mottled light and shadows. The breeze blows gently, blowing up the fallen leaves on the ground, making a rustling sound.

The huge horse farm was not so lively today, it seemed particularly empty and quiet.

The sound of horse hooves stepping on the ground echoes in the air. A group of horses are leisurely eating grass. Each horse exudes unique charm, adding vitality and vigor to the entire horse farm.

The maids and waiters began to get busy, indicating that today's distinguished guests were about to arrive. The racecourse was filled with a tense and expectant atmosphere, and everyone hoped to leave a deep impression on the distinguished guests.

The carriage slowly stopped, and Sylva heard the quarrel as she got off.

"Look carefully, I am a princess of the royal family! Why can't I go in?"

The waiter explained the situation in a low voice, "Your Majesty, Princess Kula followed you all the way here, so it seems inevitable that we will meet..."

Sylva Lia waved her hand lazily, her expression indifferent: "Since she doesn't care about the royal family's reputation, spread the news. As for the horse farm, tell Al that she can enter by paying half of today's private fee."

"Yes." The waiter retreated respectfully.

Sylvalia entered the stables surrounded by the stable staff. Her beauty and nobility attracted everyone's attention. Her appearance also made the people present feel extremely excited, and they felt it was an honor to serve her.

Compared with her, the royal princess Kula looked pale and a little embarrassed.

She could only get the opportunity to enter the racecourse by making unreasonable demands and getting others to give in, and she had to pay half of the private booking fee, which made her very annoyed because the fee was too expensive.

However, despite her anger, Kula still made the maid pay.

After all, as a princess of the royal family, she cannot lose face in front of everyone.

She paid the money unwillingly, only to see Sylvaria surrounded by a crowd, which made her even more angry.

The rich businessman didn't give her face. It was bad enough that she couldn't find the owner of her auction item after it was snatched away, but now a poor man from nowhere dared to steal her limelight. She chased after him angrily, intending to make that man lose face.

Horse riding is a compulsory course for nobles. Kula felt that Sylvaria must be a nouveau riche who did not receive a good education since childhood and must not be very good at riding a horse.

That was why she pretended to book the horse racing track, because she didn't want anyone to see her being thrown off the horse in such an embarrassing manner.

Kula was so confident because her horsemanship was recognized by her teacher. Although her horsemanship had always been mediocre before, her brother asked her to study hard in order to get close to Duke El, and she finally made some progress.

Since this poor person actually dared to come to the horse farm, she would have to severely dampen her enthusiasm in equestrianism in a while.

Seeing Sylvaria, who was unaware of the situation, being taken to choose a horse, Kula followed closely behind. Looking at the silent person from a distance, Kula's confidence increased and he quickly selected a horse.

Kula often practiced horse riding here, so he was familiar with the horses here and chose a fast horse.

Sylva Ria in front was still looking at the horses slowly. She missed her original horse a little.

At this moment, Duke El walked up to Sylvalia, leading a tall and mighty white horse. A proud smile spread across his face and his eyes sparkled.

"Hill, Sylvaria, this is John. He's John III!" Although Duke El stuttered a little, he still excitedly introduced him to Sylvaria.

Sylvaria was slightly stunned, then a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. She said softly: "Hmm? John III? Hello."

Sylvaly looked carefully at the white horse in front of her. Its fur was as white as snow, and it emitted a dazzling golden glow under the sunlight.

Its eyes are bright and clear, and it looks energetic, as if it can't wait to come out and run a few laps.

She raised her hand and gently stroked the white horse's fur, feeling the soft and warm touch.

The white horse also felt Sylva's kindness. It rubbed Sylva's hand with its head and neighed softly, as if responding to her greeting.

Looking at the spirited appearance of the white horse, Sylvaria could imagine its heroic appearance as it ran on the grassland.

She said, "Then let's take this one."

She patted John's head and said, "I'm going to change into my riding clothes, and Lucas should choose one too."

John and Lucas both looked at Sylvarea eagerly, and she sighed helplessly, "I'll be right back."

"it is good."

Seeing Sylvaria and the maid leave, John actually wanted to follow them, but Lucas grabbed the reins and said, "You can't go."

John grunted twice but still didn't catch up because the man was holding the reins tightly.