"Changle and the young prince... and En, what about Young Master Gu and Rong Heng?"
The Second Prince covered his mouth under Rong Miaoyan's gaze that said, "You dare to say another word, just wait for your death," not daring to utter a word.
Rong Miaoyan sighed and said, "Zhenghu ah..."
Qin Zhenghu was so frightened that he almost knelt, quickly stepping back to bow, "Princess, your words humble me!"
He had been classmates with Rong Miaoyan for several years, not having spoken more than ten sentences, so why did Rong Miaoyan's attitude towards him change so drastically today?
Miaoyan smiled, the mole at the corner of her eye adding a touch of allure to her serene face, "It's like this, Young Master Gu and Baoyi... their carriage had an accident on the road, um, they'll be a little late."
Han Xuan'er thought: Could this excuse be any more perfunctory?
