A dignified lady, standing in the middle of the street, publicly scolded for being ignorant of etiquette and rules—what kind of feeling is that?
Utter humiliation, wishing to find a crack in the ground to hide in!
Let alone, being scolded by a man, and not just any man, but a prince. If this spreads, who knows what unspeakable disgrace people might think she's done? Will she still be able to marry?
Wan Baozhu nearly fainted on the spot. How could he humiliate her like this!
Seeing the surrounding people whispering and pointing, her face instantly turned as red as pig liver, her lips parted, yet she dared not utter a single word!
He's a prince, and she's the daughter of a minister; how could she dare retort!
Ah Jiu glanced at her coldly, hugged Wufu, and left—what a joke.
Wan Baozhu watched them leave, and couldn't help but burst into tears and run away.
"Miss." The maid servants chased after her.
