"Before anything else, it's always the prince consort who marries into the princess's household. Who taught you to say you'd marry into a prince consort's? And have you taken a fancy to that young gentleman?"
Chu Youning spoke, her expression difficult to describe.
[Never mind that my niece, who only knew about Makka Pakka playing in the mud yesterday, suddenly wants a man today. Now she wants to marry into a prince consort's household? Is that appropriate?]
On the polo field, Xie Ciyan was galloping along when he unexpectedly heard those words. He looked up in bewilderment, and the young gentleman from the chancellor's household seized the opening, striking away the ball that had nearly reached Xie Ciyan's mallet.
"Brother Xie, you really shouldn't let your mind wander during a match~"
The young gentleman raised an eyebrow with a grin, then spurred his horse on with his whip.
Xie Ciyan swiftly withdrew his gaze, his eyes burning with renewed fervor.
Auntie had come, so his little fairy might well be here too, or on her way. Didn't that mean he had to put on a good performance?
And so, the youths on the polo field keenly noticed that Xie Ciyan had suddenly become fired up as though he'd been injected with chicken blood.
Not only did he move swiftly, he also... insisted on looking graceful. Every time he successfully stole the ball or struck it through the goal, he turned toward the ladies and struck an elegant pose.
"Marrying into a prince consort's household or having one marry into a princess's-isn't it all the same? Either way, you're just finding an ornament."
Chu Lange's eyes were clear and innocent. She saw absolutely nothing wrong with what she had said.
Then she spoke again, her gaze turning somewhat peculiar. "Chu Youning,