"Hmm?"
Tang Yu pointed at his own face. "My condolences? Me?"
"Of course. Didn't your master pass away? You're such a filial person—you must be devastated."
Sui Wanhe felt even more sympathy for him. He was the sort of person who even carried his grandfather's keepsakes around with him.
"My master isn't dead."
Tang Yu scratched his head. Did this silly girl have some kind of misunderstanding?
"He's not dead? Didn't you write an article saying your master didn't have long to live and that you needed leave to go back and stay with him?"
Sui Wanhe was clearly not on the same wavelength as Tang Yu. She had assumed he had returned because he had already handled the old man's funeral arrangements.
"..."
Tang Yu coughed twice and quickly told a little lie, saying that his master merely did not have much lifespan left, but death was still a long way off.
"What the heck? I worried for nothing."
Upon learning that Tang Yu's master was not dead, Sui Wanhe thought it over and decided she could still be angry today. She walked up and gave Tang Yu a flying kick.
Only after leaving a footprint on Tang Yu's robe did she huff angrily, "Don't think I don't know about you refusing to become the prince consort. Everyone in Kyoto knows. Do you know how people laugh at me behind my back now?"
"Huh? Why would they laugh at Your Highness? I only refused to become the prince consort because I felt unworthy of such a beautiful and noble princess as you. What's funny about that?"
Tang Yu said in feigned surprise as he brushed the dust from his trousers.
"This princess was rejected. Of course they'll laugh at me."
Sui Wanhe snorted and said disdainfully, "Don't try to