Feng Luo sat indifferently across from the Prince. She poured herself a glass of water, took a sip, and then said, "If Your Highness is feeling bored, then we must truly be at peace."
The Prince raised an eyebrow, "How do you mean?"
"Think about it. You are the leader of the soldiers. If you feel bored, that means you have nothing to do, and when is that possible?" Feng Luo laughed softly while sipping her tea and looking at him.
The Prince did not respond to her words, but his gaze fell on her hand, "I haven't had a sip of water yet, but you seem quite relaxed drinking it."
Feng Luo pouted, "I'm a free spirit, used to being idle in the Beggar Gang. If you want water, you should pour it yourself."
She certainly wasn't going to serve him.
She rolled her eyes internally and refused to lift a hand to pour him water.
The Prince knew Feng Luo wouldn't actually serve him. Even if he waited until dark, she wouldn't move. So he poured himself a glass and took a small sip.
