Xuexue glared at him and said breezily, "Your name isn't worth anything either. Go ahead and tell them your name."
The Weirdo was stunned for a moment. No one had called his name for decades; he'd almost forgotten it himself.
"You little lass, you really have a sharp tongue. Anyway, I'm still your elder, aren't I? Can't you show me a little respect?"
She clearly knew he was the Eldest Prince of the Former Dynasty and that his name couldn't be revealed casually, yet Xuexue deliberately said that—if that's not a sharp tongue, what is.
Only then did Xuexue stop arguing with him. If The Emperor found out he was still alive, he would definitely lose his mind.
The palace maids were still kneeling on the ground, begging bitterly: "Benefactor, please, we beg you, tell us your true identity. We will forever remember your great kindness and grace."
Xuexue said, "Since you know I'm your great benefactor, you should understand I have my difficulties, right?"
"This…!"
