"What do you mean?"
Xu Junling froze for a moment, her lovely face gradually taking on a serious expression.
Well, this is difficult to explain to you, since it stems from an Earthly reference... Zhao Douan replied leisurely, his lips curled into a smile.
Apparently indifferent to the noisy clamor of the common folk pleading outside the tall grey walls of the posthouse.
He calmly said, "It was just a fragment of a poem I happened upon."
Could you be any more fake... Xu Junling's anger flared for no particular reason.
She took two steps forward to sit in front of him, her expression stern:
"Mr. Zhao, what are you really thinking? Or do you think the noises outside are negligible? I'm kindly reminding you as the Commandery Princess, the situation is becoming very unsuitable."
"Oh?"
Zhao Douan, dressed in loose regular clothes, sat leisurely in a bamboo-woven chair, like a carefree young master on a vacation.
