"Song Junma, come, sit over here."
The Third Prince, Chu Hongzheng, waved at Song Zhiyu with a beaming smile.
As soon as Song Zhiyu saw this, he thought, "Oh, no wonder the oiran Chunluo couldn't receive guests today, claiming she was unwell. Turns out she was feeling unwell here."
Song Zhiyu first bowed slightly to Chu Hongzheng, then looked at Chunluo beside him and said, "Miss Chunluo, are you feeling better now?"
Chunluo: "..."
Chu Hongzheng narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced at the girl by his side, saying, "Miss Chunluo, why don't you have a drink with Song Junma?"
Chunluo's face turned slightly pale as she lowered her gaze. A tinge of a bitter smile briefly touched her lips before disappearing, replaced by a tender and graceful smile as she sat beside Song Zhiyu.
"I didn't expect Song Junma to be here; it's my mistake," Chunluo said softly.
