The faint warmth brushing his ear nearly made Shen Yangge jump. He barely managed to keep his body under control, his entire face alternating between pale and flushed.
Unfortunately, Shen Yangge had no way of seeing his own face at that moment, or he would surely have burst out laughing.
Under immense pressure, Shen Yangge protested, "Your Highness, you misunderstand. I have not privately pledged myself to Miss Su."
Su Huaihuan, seated across from them, went deathly pale. If she still could not understand what the Crown Prince meant, then all her years of life had been wasted.
She had just been about to join Shen Yangge in explaining, but remembering how badly her earlier words had been twisted, she no longer dared speak rashly.
In the end, all she managed was, "Your Highness has misunderstood."
As the esteemed eldest daughter of the Su family, when had she ever suffered such indignity?
Being misunderstood today was bad enough, but she had also been inexplicably subjected to their flaunting affection and treated as a nonexistent "third party." She practically wanted to explode on the spot, preferably taking those two shameless lovebirds with her.
Su Huaihuan came from a military family. She was outgoing and beautiful, and the people in Capital City who secretly admired her could form an entire line. Any one of them would have been secretly delighted by such a misunderstanding.
Yet this Lord Shen could not distance himself from her fast enough, while she wished she had never visited the Shen Residence today.
Then she would not have had to swallow this grievance in silence.
Seeing Su Huaihuan's frustrated expression, Chu Xuanzhen raised an eyebrow. He stopped tapping his fingers against the table and casually placed his hand on Shen Yangge's shoulder, brushing away nonexistent dust as he