"Linyang, as the princess of the Western Plains Dynasty, you should be well-read, right?"
"Of course. Of father's dozen or so daughters, I'm the only one who's well-read."
"Wait, your father has more than a dozen daughters? Doesn't that mean that your father has at least a dozen wives?"
"Of course. My father has three thousand mistresses."
'Tsk, your father has more than three thousand wives, yet you don't say that he's a playboy. I have four, and you're not willing? What kind of double standard is this...' Victor cursed in his heart, but he did not say it out loud.
He asked in puzzlement, "What do you know about Bai Tianjiao?"
"Bai Tianjiao? The disciple from the Great Snow Mountain?"
"That's right, him."
Victor nodded slightly in agreement.