Yongjia said, slightly annoyed, "Who asked a blockhead like you to play the clay flute? Go on, go find your gourd!"
Yongjia went inside and slammed the door shut.
Outside the door, Wei Mingqi sighed, then picked up his clay flute and continued to play.
Furious, Yongjia snatched a red date from the table and took a bite. But to her surprise, a thorn from the date tree was embedded inside it.
The thorn stabbed right into Yongjia's upper lip, and she cried out in pain.
Hearing Yongjia's cry from outside, Wei Mingqi immediately pushed the door open and rushed in. Seeing blood on Yongjia's lip, he asked in a panic, "Commandery Princess, what happened to you?"
"I'll go get Prince Jian right now."
Yongjia, enduring the pain, said, "Don't go. I was just pricked by a thorn. There's no need to alarm anyone."
