Xie Huizhou wore red robes patterned with golden clouds, looking every inch a noble young lord, radiant as a god.
When Prince Wuzi encountered Xie Huizhou, his listless eyes instantly lit up. He eagerly approached to strike up a friendship, wishing he could abduct him and take him back to the grasslands on the spot.
"Beauty, do you remember me? We met before at the mung bean cake stall. Meeting such a beauty is a blessing earned over three lifetimes. May I ask your name and where you live?"
Wuzi, the Northern Border Prince, stared intently at Xie Huizhou, wanting to learn more about him. He stopped just short of asking for his birth date and hour.
He knew perfectly well that this was the Imperial Palace. For Xie Huizhou to appear here, his identity could be no simple matter.
But even if he was a prince, Wuzi would still dare to ask for his hand.
As long as he learned his identity and name, these three days would be enough.
Xie Huizhou had no interest whatsoever in Wuzi, the Northern Border Prince, much less in becoming some unfamiliar grassland man's consort.
His heart would not lie. It beat faster because of Zhang Lanhe, but it did no such thing when he faced Wuzi.
Xie Huizhou was considering how to put him off, while also wanting to use him to provoke Zhang Lanhe a little.
When Xie Huizhou hesitated, Wuzi thought he still had a chance and continued strutting like a peacock before him.
"I fell in love with you at first sight. Please tell me your name. I want to marry you openly and honorably."
Wuzi liked being direct.
Zhang Lanhe interrupted him with a hostile expression. "Who are you to ask his name? You and he belong to