"What kind of woman do you like then?" Princess Huazhen's cheeks flushed pink. Though she asked confidently, there was inevitably a hint of maidenly shyness.
Fengyu, who liked Feng Shu, didn't think much and raised an eyebrow slightly, flashing a mischievous smile. "This Lord prefers a bold and valiant woman, skilled in every art—music, chess, calligraphy, painting; unmatched in archery and horsemanship—and, of course, beautiful and tall."
Princess Huazhen froze; wasn't he describing her?
Xie Xun tightly gripped the railing, blue veins bulging. What kind of mess are you dragging me into?
Prince Kang burst into laughter out of anger and mocked, "You're describing the Crown Princess, aren't you? Then why reject the marriage proposal? Such hypocritical theatrics."
Fengyu, wearing the face of the Little Marquis, wasn't afraid to offend anyone. Having been enough of a scoundrel earlier, now they indulged further, "The Princess isn't tall enough, nor pretty enough!"
