"Are you planning to marry your family's young mistress?" Cui Meng suddenly asked. His words were shocking—and outrageously improper.
"How could that be?" Li Mu Yang had known for ages that he would ask such a question, so he was not surprised at all. "Our young mistress is as beautiful as a celestial maiden. How could a mere coachman like me dare dream of her?"
"But just now, I saw..."
"We're relatives," Li Mu Yang explained. "We've played together since we were little."
"I see." Cui Meng suddenly brightened. He could not marry his own family's young mistress, but neither could Li Mu marry theirs. The world was just so fair and lovable. "I thought you were in love with your young mistress. Seeing the two of you holding hands scared me half to death. Our young mistress, though, would never hold hands with another man—not even with her own elder brother."
"That's because your young mistress is too cold."
"Of course not. It's because our young mistress knows propriety and etiquette."
Li Mu sneered. "Are you saying our young mistress doesn't know propriety or etiquette? Looks like I'll have to ask your young mistress whether she thinks the same of ours."
Cui Meng was horrified. He hurriedly leaped out of bed and said, "Li Mu, that's not what I meant! I really didn't mean that! I mean that our young mistress is a refined young lady from a great family, while yours is a delicate young lady from a lesser household. A refined young lady has her virtues, and a delicate young lady has hers. I like your young mistress too. I think she's clever and adorable, gentle and approachable. All of us servants like Miss Sinian very much."
Li Mu Yang looked at Cui Meng. "Is that really