"People who look alike are a dime a dozen in this world. If the Eldest Princess is going to stare at every single one like this, things will get chaotic."
Lu Mingyuan put on a very unhappy expression, crossing his arms and chiding her.
Luo Qiufu smiled faintly and drew back, placing a delicate hand on her chest. She gave Lu Mingyuan a slight bow, her chest inadvertently pressing against the table to form a startling curve. Cupping her hands, she said, "I have mistaken you for someone else. Your Highness, if you require some form of compensation, please speak freely. Anything I can give, I will certainly not slight you over."
No matter what, the man before her was the Sixth Prince of the Great Yan Dynasty and held the title of Prince Huai'an. She felt a certain affinity for him, and leaving a good impression in Great Yan was never a bad idea.
She had heard about Lu Mingyuan being confined to the Cold Palace for thirty years, but she didn't think much of it.
