Wanqing's POV
"Wanqing, let's go. You know the candied fruits aren't going to be available for long!" Anning whined, tugging at my hand as though it were some sort of toy.
I almost sighed at how energetic she was today, but I didn't. Instead, I turned to the uninvited guests standing behind me and said in a cold voice,
"Han Luo, you're coming with us." I paused and turned to look at Yufang, who had her head tilted at me. "And you, take the other guard with you. You may do as you please, but get to the market square by sunset."
Yufang scoffed at my words and took a step toward where I stood, an obvious look of annoyance on her face.
"I was the one who brought that slave out with me. You don't get to just swoop in and take her away," she said.
But her choice of words had always been, and would always be, wrong.
That slave? Anning wasn't just any slave but my slave.
I calmly replied after a while, "You have your guard. Make do with him and quit whining."
