"Miss, earlier... it's a shame I couldn't act faster, otherwise your hat wouldn't have been knocked off," the Third Prince's words carried a hidden meaning, ostensibly expressing regret for Su Zhiruan, but actually subtly taking credit.
Su Zhiruan's gaze was filled with pride, like a student who scored a hundred on a test asking their mother for a reward, not maliciously but casually raising the topic.
"Thank you, young master," Su Zhiruan listened to Hong Xiu's piano playing and didn't embarrass the Third Prince, nodding with a smile, "I can see you're a righteous and kind person. May I ask your name, young master?"
"Ji..." The Third Prince began to speak but changed his words when he met Su Zhiruan's eyes, smoothly claiming, "Ji Xiaoyuan, that's my name."
Su Zhiruan: "..."
The attendant student at the door almost hurt his jaw from surprise; his eyes widened incredulously as he looked at his Third Prince.
