"Ah, it was all thanks to Your Highness's blessings."
Zeng Anmin was exceedingly humble.
"In that case."
The Princess raised her brows, an inexplicable sharpness gleaming in her gaze.
"That Wu Yanzu is rumored to be the Empress's male concubine."
"Is that true?"
Hearing this, Zeng Anmin's expression stiffened slightly.
Then he raised his head in anger and embarrassment.
"Why would Your Highness say such a thing?!!"
"How could this subordinate ever do something so disloyal and unrighteous?"
"A woman does not serve two husbands, and a minister does not serve two rulers! Since the battle of Qinghai Bay, this subordinate's heart has been wholly devoted to Your Highness! There is absolutely no way I would commit such treachery!"
His words were phrased with remarkable cleverness.
On one hand, they spoke of the relationship between superior and subordinate.
On the other, they could also be understood as the affection between a man and a woman.
As for how the Princess chose to interpret them... that was none of Zeng Anmin's concern.
At this point, his face dimmed.
"On my journey through Jiangnan, I saw beautiful scenery and thought of Your Highness. My heart was filled with longing, so I composed a poem to express my feelings."
As he spoke, he waved the envelope in his hand, then lowered his head and sighed.
"Who would have thought that Your Highness would doubt me so deeply? Fine, fine."
"A forcibly twisted melon is not sweet. This subordinate shall take his leave."
With that, he raised his head and looked at the Princess with a face full of disappointment.
Then he turned around and walked outside, looking utterly lost.
"One step... two steps..." Zeng Anmin silently counted in his heart as he walked.
Sure enough, when he took the third step, the Princess's