It seemed he had failed to make up ten thousand words—PS: There would still be two updates tonight as usual.
Unlike his wife, Prince of Beijing Shui Rong beamed when he saw Sun Shaozong come out to greet him. From a distance, he called out with a hearty laugh, "It has been a month since we last met, Second Master. You certainly kept me waiting!"
Naturally, he was teasing Sun Shaozong about repeatedly declining invitations to feast at the Prince of Beijing's Estate.
But to anyone unaware of the circumstances, it sounded almost as though there were something improper between them.
Sun Shaozong cursed inwardly, then put on a suitably embarrassed expression and shook his head. "I am afraid I dare not visit the Prince of Beijing's Estate again. If Your Highness is inclined, you may as well come to Wangjiang Restaurant more often. Without all the rules at your estate, perhaps you might feel more at ease."
Shui Rong burst into laughter. "They all say the Sun family Second Master is unrivaled in romance. Who would have thought a mere woman could leave you in such a sorry state?"
Sun Shaozong smiled as well, but his gaze slipped past Shui Rong's broad robes and wide sleeves to settle on the sedan chair behind him. Though it was still some distance away, he could vaguely sense that the Long-Legged Princess Consort was peeking out from within.
Thus, his earlier words had not merely been a response to Shui Rong; they had also been meant to reassure the Long-Legged Princess Consort that he would not break his oath and return to the Prince of Beijing's Estate as a "guest."
Had it been before today, such a declaration would at least have eased some of Wei Ying's resentment. But now, how could