Huai Xu glanced at Song Lianhe several times, his eyes fixed on the garish reds and purples smeared across her face. He finally couldn't resist. "Can you wipe that stuff off your face? It's honestly... a bit frightening."
Song Lianhe lightly tugged at her thickly-painted lips. "How else was I supposed to sneak out?"
Huai Xu said grimly, "I'm afraid it won't be long before that Prince Qing of ours comes chasing after us."
Unflustered, Song Lianhe opened his medical kit and, to his surprise, pulled out a set of men's clothing. Right there in front of him, she began to undo her sash...
"You... you can't do that!"
Huai Xu was so startled he whipped his head around, pressing himself nearly flat against the carriage wall.
"You... Ugh! If Biwu finds out about this, all these years of friendship between us will be over..."
Song Lianhe couldn't help but roll her eyes. "I'm just changing my outer robe. You don't have to be so dramatic!"
