"What the heck is this 'Queen of the Deep Sea Mermaids'?" a Troya Star user questioned. "Aren't the merfolk kings? When did a queen appear?"

"These days, anything can become a queen. P.S., what queen is this? I think it's Queen Eight!"

"You people are all short-sighted! Mermaids are divided into shallow-sea mermaids and deep-sea mermaids. Shallow-sea mermaids live in the Abel Galaxy, and I've heard that deep-sea mermaids live in the deep sea of ​​ancient Earth in the Milky Way!"

"It's not impossible that the person upstairs said she's the queen of the deep-sea mermaids, but I don't know if it's true or not. Anyway, I've never seen the queen of the deep sea, and she's never shown her face among the mermaids!"

"Queen of the Deep Sea Mermaid Clan, Queen of the Deep Sea Mermaids my ass! Whose queen have you ever seen? Are you a surfing expert who casually introduces yourself online and ships couples?"

"Forget it, forget it, she's just some clueless idiot who's deliberately trying to grab attention. Ignore her, ignore her, let's continue shipping Princess Yan and the cute little heir!"

"No, no, no, we're shipping the cute and adorable young man and the talkative prince. I just think their characters are a good-for-nothing little devil vs. a domineering, doting emperor who spoils his daughter to no end!"

"A spoiled, shameless, and utterly unruly little brat vs. a domineering, doting, and endlessly indulgent emperor—oh my god, where are all the writers? Let's get this fanfiction going!"

"Yes, yes, call on all the female writers! What great topics, what great characters, what great faces! You can easily immerse yourself in the story and make money!"

"If all else fails, writers can add some twists and turns, like a love triangle or a love quadrangle, and you'll easily reach 2 million words, no problem!"

"Wait, wait, wait! Look what I found!" One netizen tagged someone nearby: "That person who called herself the Queen of the Deep Sea Mermaid Clan, she went silent after we confronted her, but I just clicked on her profile out of curiosity, and wow, her account is verified! 'Queen of the Deep Sea Mermaid Clan'!"

"What? The account is verified? She really is the Queen of the Deep Sea Mermaid Clan?"

"My goodness, are queens all this free these days? Are they all so interested in so many things that they've become internet surfing experts?"

After verifying his account, Quanjian sat in front of his two large boxes of black and white pearls, took a picture of the boxes, posted it online, and captioned it: "Yes, Her Majesty the Queen is just that idle and unpretentious!"

As soon as the post was published, along with the pictures, wow, the comments section was flooded with swarms of sycophants: "Black pearls, white pearls, each one the size of a quail egg, a pigeon egg! Your Majesty, I don't want to work anymore, just give me a black pearl!"

"Mermaid black pearls, such big ones, they must be going to an auction house, right? She has a whole box of them, my god, how much are they worth?"

"Your Majesty, do you still need a sycophant? Look at me, I can bark as loudly as I can!"

"Your Majesty, you're so lucky! You're a surfing expert, which means you're down-to-earth, unlike other kings and queens who are high and mighty. I love down-to-earth people like you the most! Look at me!"

People online who ship couples are dazzled by two boxes of black and white pearls, but this spineless person becomes a simp and stops shipping couples altogether. The whole thing changes completely and disappears without a trace.

Quanjian sat on the pearl box, gnawing on dried shark, brushing his net, and looking at the photos of the three princes of the Troia Empire, agonizing over and over again.

Don't ask her why she's still conflicted after counting both boxes of pearls. The answer is that while she was counting the pearls, she herself couldn't tell which box had more and which had less!

"Forget it, I won't dwell on it anymore." Quanjian put the two boxes of pearls into his spatial storage, grabbed a dried shark fin, and went out to find the High Priest.

He hadn't dared to knock on the door for several days. Before knocking, Quanjian ate two shark fins to calm his nerves, and then he knocked on the door.

No sound...

She mustered her courage and knocked on the door again, but there was still no response.

She pressed her hand against the door, and it opened directly; it wasn't locked.

Quanjian was a little excited. He pushed open the door and peeked inside. Oh my god, the room was quite dark, with only the light of the stars and the sea shining into it.

Quanjian almost pulled out a dried shark to eat, trying to calm himself down: "High Priest, I'm coming in!"

No one answered from inside, so Quanjian mustered his courage, pushed open the door, and went through the hall, where he saw the high priest standing in front of the French windows.

He stood tall and imposing, with his hands behind his back, by the window, gazing at the distant stars and the beautiful galaxies.

"High Priest..." Quanjian approached and had just begun to call out when his voice abruptly stopped. His pupils dilated in disbelief as he stared at his High Priest, stammering, "High High High Priest, your hair...!"

Cangying gazed at the starry sky and vast ocean outside, his voice calm and still as still water, without the slightest ripple: "No need to make a fuss. That knife wounded my heart, and the recovery took a toll on my mental energy, causing my hair to turn a bit whiter!"

The high priest's long, flowing black hair, reaching down to her ankles, was now half white, a striking contrast of black and white. It wasn't just whiter, it was much whiter.

The stab the heir of the Troia Empire delivered to the high priest's heart was incredibly powerful.

"Oh!" Quanjian exclaimed, then asked, "High Priest, if we go back to the deep sea and let your hair grow back, can it be restored to its original black color?"

"Yes, it will!" Cangying said without turning her head. After pausing, she repeated as if convincing herself, "It will heal. Once the injury is fully healed, it will heal completely!"

Quanjian breathed a sigh of relief and patted his chest. "I was so scared! I was so scared! I'm so glad it's back to health! I'm so glad it's back to health!"

"When we get back to the deep sea, whatever fish you want to eat, I'll catch it for you. I guarantee you'll eat the freshest fish every day, and I'll even help you get rid of those half of your white hair!"

I was going to tell the high priest that he might have mistaken me for someone else, but I can't say it now, I absolutely can't say it. What if that big blunder makes the high priest sad again?

If I get heartbroken again, my other half's hair will turn white. No, no, the High Priest looks better with black hair. It makes her look more mysterious, aloof, and godlike.

The high priest should not be grounded in reality; he should be high above all beings, looking down upon them, making them look up to him, worship him, and believe in him.

Lunying's voice remained unchanged as she said to Quanjian, "Thank you!"

"You're welcome, no need to be so polite!" Quanjian patted his chest and waved his hand hurriedly. "It's all what I should do, what I should do. I won't bother you any longer, you should rest first. We'll be arriving at the Merfolk in a few days."

"Once we reach the Merfolk, we can take a shortcut back to Earth's deep sea. We'll never come to the Abel system again. If all else fails, I'll marry you!"