Chen Jiu said, "Another day, my master will be sure to prepare a gift to show his gratitude."
Princess Chang Le scoffed. "Forget the gift. Tell your master to pick a day and treat me to a drink."
"This…" Chen Jiu hesitated, looking troubled.
Fortunately, Princess Chang Le didn't press him further. She merely glanced at the still-quiet carriage, furrowed her brow, and turned to leave.
As she passed Zhi Wan, she suddenly reached out, lifted Zhi Wan's chin, and studied her for a moment before saying coolly, "It seems Mr. Lu thinks very highly of you, his little cousin. To think he'd actually attend such a boring banquet."
Zhi Wan stared at her, stunned. "Princess?"
Princess Chang Le released her and rubbed her own fingertips together, suddenly adding a compliment. "Skin as smooth as jade. It feels wonderful to the touch."
After delivering that suggestive line, she turned and walked toward her own carriage.
