Back then she snuck a chicken leg and blamed it on me, then she stood there nonchalantly, with a look that said, "Oh, you poor thing, your family doesn't even let you eat chicken legs."
That expression, isn't it just a facade as well?
It's just that as she grew older, she changed to a more formidable facade.
Zhu Shiba didn't understand any of this; he followed into the carriage, poured a cup of tea for Zhu Biao, and said, "Princely Heir, this servant thinks the County Lord has now truly seen the light and is no longer obsessed with you. This is greatly fortunate! Weren't you always worried about how to resolve this matter?"
"You don't have to worry about it anymore, shouldn't we celebrate?"
As soon as he said this, the pressure inside the carriage seemed to drop suddenly.
Zhu Shiba shrank his neck; there was no wind, so why was the back of his neck so chilly?
"Is this worth celebrating?"
