"You can still freely enter and exit Prince He Mansion, and even don Servant boy attire to come to the front courtyard!"
"You... Are you the Fourth Princess?!"
Yue Er was speechless. This person... what is his brain made of? How could he guess this?
"You..."
"You knew all along, didn't you!" Yue Er's vigilance heightened.
Marquis Pingan's Heir smiled faintly.
"You flatter me, you flatter me!"
"I serve in the Ministry of War; these are mere trifles, please forgive me, Princess!"
After speaking, he personally released Ying Luo's arm and offered a fist salute.
"Miss Ying Luo, my apologies!"
Ying Luo rubbed her aching wrist, her expression neither bad nor good.
Yue Er glanced casually, seeing there were no marks on Ying Luo's arm, indicating he hadn't used much force.
It seems...
He truly knew from the very beginning.
Yue Er suddenly felt embarrassed.
She felt like a jumping jack, a clown.
