Seeing Wang Yang's expression, Xie Xinghan grew a little worried. "I don't know why you're watching Liu Yin, but I must remind you: you'd best not clash with him in Jingzhou. Leave aside the Prince of Luling for a moment and consider Liu Yin alone. Though he comes from the cold clans, he's now Chief Clerk of Jingzhou. In rank, he's second only to the Prince of Badong, and he wields considerable power. Besides, he also serves as Governor of Southern Commandery. Your household registration is in Jiangling, and you're a Commandery Academy Student. Strictly speaking, you're under his jurisdiction. Fighting him here would be most unwise."
Wang Yang smiled. "Understood. Rest easy, my lady!"
Xie Xinghan's breath caught. "I-I have nothing to worry about. I wasn't worried at all! I was only offering a casual reminder. Whether you listen is up to you..."
"Yes, yes, my lady isn't worried."
"I'm not worried! I'm just not wor... huh?" Xie Xinghan was rather tangled up in his words. She could not tell whether Wang Yang was agreeing that she was not worried or merely putting "don't worry" another way. If it was the latter, didn't that mean he still thought she was worried?
By then, Wang Yang had drained his wine and shown Xie Xinghan the bottom of his cup.
Xie Xinghan could hardly keep quibbling. Feeling a little wronged, she could only drink a cup with him.
Seeing Wang Yang take the wine pot and fill their cups again, she recalled his earlier promise of three toasts and began to understand. She snorted. "Go on, then. What's this third cup really about? Do you want another favor?"
"This third cup isn't just about doing me a favor. It's about doing both of us a favor. The ten thousand folding fans