Volume Two, Chapter 45

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Inside Flowing Water Pavilion, another heavy sigh escaped Zhu Furu's lips.

She felt thoroughly exasperated. Right while her grand heroic act, absolute loyalty, and even burning resolve to generously march to her death were blazing at their peak, a bucket of icy water had been forcibly dumped over her, and she had been shoved into fluttering silk and gauze women's clothing. It was all her own fault for running her mouth and telling Your Majesty that she was Longyang's younger sister. Now look at a fine mess she had made: Lord Long had been singing high praises for her poetry over the past two days and making a huge fuss about wanting to meet her, and now look—she had met him, all dressed up in this disgraceful state!

"Your Majesty is truly something else! How can you hit on literally any woman you see?"

"Hmm? I think a woman like you is quite nice. Why wouldn't I hit on you?"

Zhao Huangpu's teasing voice rang out from behind. Zhu Furu jumped off the stone chair in a start, turned around, and moved to kneel in salute. However, according to her usual character setting, this Zhu Furu did not know that Your Majesty was the Son of Heaven, so her bending knees stiffened straight as she stood back up. Amidst her awkwardness, she raised a hand to brush off the stone chair beside her and casually snorted at Your Majesty, "Young Master Piao... you—sit." After she finished speaking, she scurried over to the opposite side and sat down all by herself.

Zhao Huangpu raised a hand to his lips and let out a light cough. "May I sit a bit closer to you?"

"..." How is it that you always have ways of saying things I cannot respond to?

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