167: Jiama Royal Family, Princess Yaoyue

Just a few people away, a young man dressed in a luxurious purple Alchemist robe frowned, scolding a middle-aged Alchemist in front of him who was carefully verifying information and moving a bit slowly.

The young girl looked to be only eighteen or nineteen, with a delicate face like a porcelain doll, fair skin, and slightly curly purple hair tied up with a silver hairpin.

The emblem on her chest was exceptionally striking—a deep purple background, with two brilliant silver ripples shining brightly, and above the ripples, two silver stars, almost overflowing, were prominently adorned.

Second-Rank Alchemist!

Most striking was the innate, undisguised arrogance in his brows.

Her purple gown was inlaid with delicate silver patterns, the fabric was luxurious, and the perfect cut outlined her slender waist, which was cinched with a purple sash, making her figure appear even more graceful. That noble temperament could definitely not be cultivated by an ordinary family.

Beside her, an elder in Guild steward attire followed, with a respectful attitude, clearly her attendant.

"Little Princess Yaoyue, please calm down."

The middle-aged Alchemist who had been scolded clearly recognized the young girl's identity; his face changed, and instead of anger, he bowed in fear and smiled apologetically, "It'll be ready soon, it'll be ready soon!"

He frantically sped up his movements.

The people around also cast gazes of awe, whispering:

"It's Little Princess Yaoyue!"

"Great Master Vice President Chemier's personal disciple, as expected, her aura is extraordinary..."

"Shh, keep your voice down, don't displease Her Highness..."

Little Princess Yaoyue?

Mo Yuhan understood in his heart; so this was Little Princess Yaoyue, the imperial princess mentioned in thematerial, Great Master Vice President Chemier's esteemed student. She was indeed young, and indeed... spoiled.

Princess Yao Yue seemed to enjoy the feeling of being surrounded by gazes of awe; her delicate little chin lifted slightly, like a proud little peacock.

She impatiently stomped her small purple leather boots, embedded with small magic crystals, her gaze casually sweeping through the line.

When her gaze swept past Mo Yuhan, it paused slightly.

Mo Yuhan's youth and his overly calm demeanor in the crowd aroused a hint of her curiosity.

Especially when she noticed Mo Yuhan's gaze towards her, which held neither the reverence and flattery of those around them, nor dissatisfaction or fear due to her scolding, but rather a calm, even somewhat detached, observational quality, her curiosity deepened.

"Hey! You!" Princess Yao Yue suddenly extended her slender jade finger, pointing at Mo Yuhan, her voice clear and commanding, "Yes, you! Why are you standing so far back? You don't look like an Alchemist here to register. My attendant just went to do something; come here and queue for me for a while!"

Her imperious attitude was taken for granted, as if having a "passerby" queue for her was a matter of course.

All eyes immediately focused on Mo Yuhan.

There was sympathy, schadenfreude, and anticipation of a good show.

Offending an imperial princess was no laughing matter.

Mo Yuhan's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

He hadn't expected this little princess's arrogance to directly fall upon him.

He spoke calmly, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching Princess Yao Yue's ears: "Excuse me, Your Highness. I am also an Alchemist here to complete the registration confirmation procedures, so I'm afraid I cannot stand in for Your Highness."

"You? An Alchemist?"

A clear look of surprise flashed in Princess Yao Yue's beautiful purple eyes, which was immediately replaced by deep suspicion and disdain.

She sized Mo Yuhan up and down; although Mo Yuhan was tall and slender, already one meter seven, he still looked somewhat childish, but no matter how Princess Yao Yue looked at him, she felt he was younger than herself, and he didn't seem to have any medicinal or fiery scent on him.

"You? Do you know what crime it is to impersonate an Alchemist in the Guild?"

She scoffed, her tone mocking, "Don't think you can get away with it just because you look presentable! This isn't a place for idlers like you! Quickly get out of my way!"

The Guild steward beside her also frowned, stepping forward, looking at Mo Yuhan with a scrutinizing gaze: "Young friend, this is an important Guild area; non-Alchemists are not permitted to enter without authorization. If you are accompanying someone else, please retreat to the outer waiting area. If you insist you are an Alchemist..."

He pointed to Mo Yuhan's empty chest, "Please show your Alchemist emblem to prove your identity. Otherwise, I will have no choice but to ask you to leave according to the rules."

Although his tone was still polite, the warning within it was self-evident.

The atmosphere instantly became somewhat tense.

Everyone looked at Mo Yuhan, watching how he would respond.

Would he leave dejectedly? Or would he bite the bullet and produce an emblem? But even if he had an emblem, at such a young age, what rank could it be? First-Rank? That would still be insignificant in front of Little Princess Yaoyue.

Facing Princess Yao Yue's undisguised disdain and the steward's implicit threatening question, the calmness on Mo Yuhan's face remained unchanged.

He did not argue, nor did he get angry; he simply slowly raised his right hand.

With a flash of light, a warm, dark gold emblem appeared out of thin air between his slender fingers.

A medicine cauldron relief, two condensed silver ripples rising like flames, and below, two silver stars shining brightly!

Second-Rank Alchemist emblem!

Buzz—!

The entire area near the registration confirmation desk seemed to have been muted. All discussions and noises instantly disappeared.

Gaze after gaze, as if drawn by a magnet, were fixed firmly on the emblem quietly resting on Mo Yuhan's fingertips!

Shock! Disbelief! As if a ladle of cold water had been poured into a boiling oil pot!

"Second... Second-Rank?!"

"How is that possible?! How old is he?!"

"Hiss... Look at the material of that emblem and the condensation of the ripples... It's definitely a genuine Guild-certified Second-Rank!"

"My heavens! He looks even younger than Little Princess Yaoyue, doesn't he? This..."

After the dead silence, there was an even more surging uproar and gasps of cold air. Those gazes that had carried disdain were instantly replaced by shock and awe.

The arrogance and mockery on Little Princess Yaoyue's face froze like ice.

Her beautiful purple eyes widened, her small mouth slightly agape, staring blankly at the emblem in Mo Yuhan's hand, then at Mo Yuhan's young, calm face, as if she was seeing this World for the first time.

The Second-Rank peak emblem on her chest still shone brightly, but at this moment, it seemed to be somewhat... eclipsed by the two equally silver, yet from a younger master, ripples on the other's emblem?

The Guild steward beside her changed dramatically in color, cold sweat instantly beading on his forehead.

His warning just now had turned into a huge embarrassment.

Such a young Second-Rank Alchemist, his talent and background were absolutely extraordinary! His attitude just now... He quickly bowed, his tone becoming incredibly respectful, even with a hint of fear: "Gr-Great Master! This old man was blind! Please forgive my offense, Great Master! Great Master, please! Great Master, please come to the front to handle this!"

He wished he could slap himself twice.

Mo Yuhan paid no attention to the steward's fear, his gaze calmly fixed on Little Princess Yaoyue, who was still in a state of shocked stupor, his tone still flat and unwavering: "Your Highness, now, may I continue to queue?"