Princess Hua Chang's arm throbbed from his grip, and a sharp pain twisted in her heart.
Anger flared in her usually icy eyes.
She called out loudly to the driver beyond the curtain, "Xiao Chen, we're not going back to the Princess Mansion. Take us to the flatbread stall on Nanshui Street."
The carriage turned around and headed straight for Nanshui Street.
Wei Chi Lianping looked stunned to hear their destination.
Seeing his reaction, the chill in Princess Hua Chang's heart grew even deeper.
He frowned. "We're in the middle of a fight. Why are we going to a flatbread stall? Did you argue yourself into an appetite? You want to eat your fill so you can keep arguing with me?"
Princess Hua Chang saw that he was still pretending to be clueless.
She tried to pull away, not wanting him to touch her, but she couldn't shake free from his unyielding grip.
