"Miss, that young master from the Chen Family is following behind us," Cong Ge, who was disguised, whispered into Yan Wanqing's ear.
Chen Di was also following step by step, skulking furtively behind.
Yan Wanqing curved her lips into a smile and stopped, "Your Highness is really too much, to actually humiliate me in front of everyone just for the sake of a low-born wretch!"
She fiercely struck a flowering tree with her sleeve, and the petals fell with a rustle from the treetops down, making Yan Wanqing appear even more like a fairy from the heavens. Chen Di, who was watching from a distance, was so entranced that his eyes were wide.
Such a woman surely only belongs in heaven, so seldom heard of in this world!
At this sight, Chen Di no longer concealed himself, and strutted forward boldly.
"The favored consort must not be angry over such worthless trinkets; when you get angry, this humble one's heart clenches with worry."
His words were reckless.
