"This Princess has quite the temper..."
Shen Tang complained to Gu Chi.
Not long ago, the two of them had been "courteously" shown out of the Princess's tent by one of her female attendants. The woman's face had been so sour, you'd think Shen Tang owed her a million gold coins and hadn't paid her back. Her eyes brimmed with Killing Intent, and with a silver needle twirling between her fingers, she could have cosplayed as Matron Rong.
Gu Chi couldn't be bothered to comment on his lord's "brilliant" answer from earlier! Through the Way of the Scholar, he'd more or less figured out what the Princess really wanted. But the moment his lord opened her mouth, she'd infuriated the Princess so badly that the woman had forgotten her manners and thrown them out—
That was quite a remarkable talent in itself.
He casually asked, "Who's Matron Rong?"
Shen Tang answered with a straight face, "Matron Rong? She's a female attendant with wrinkled skin and white hair, skilled in needle torture. I hear every woman in the inner court is terrified when they hear her name."
Gu Chi didn't even want to know where his lord had picked up this kind of gossip. He let the easy humor fade from his face, made sure no one was following them, then said with a smile, "My lord, this Princess won't give up on winning you over easily."
"Winning me over?"
Shen Tang frowned as she recalled her meeting with the Princess.
That cold smile at the corner of the woman's richly colored lips had left a deep impression.
It hadn't looked like she was trying to win Shen Tang over at all.
But, as it happened, that really was what she'd been doing.
Shen Tang skipped over that part. "What's the