However, once they got off the carriage,
Chu Ping stopped Bai Zhi'er and Feng Fuce.
"Princess, Marquis, are you planning to go in like this?"
Bai Zhi'er was taken aback, looked down at her own attire, and then at Feng Fuce's.
They were already dressed quite modestly.
"Is there something wrong?"
"Of course there is. Everyone here is officials and nobles, and the women they bring are mostly their concubines or hired singers."
Chu Ping appraised Bai Zhi'er from head to toe: "Princess, you might have to compromise a little."
Bai Zhi'er said in surprise, "Are you suggesting I pretend to be your concubine?!"
Chu Ping's face changed drastically, and he waved his hands back and forth.
He didn't have time to explain.
Feng Fuce's face went cold as he wrapped an arm around Bai Zhi'er's shoulders.
"Mine." He coldly uttered two words.
Bai Zhi'er pouted and was extremely reluctant.
"Being a concubine, it's just unreasonable."
Feng Fuce glanced at her sideways but did not respond.
