Hearing that, the Prime Minister smiled, his angelic mask perfectly in place despite the sharp amusement prickling beneath it. "My lady, I'm just... well, it looks like I have mistaken you for someone else."
"Yes, maybe, Your Lordship," Lady Lou replied smoothly. With that, she became completely silent, elegantly resting her hands in her lap, her posture the very picture of submissive obedience.
Gu Chen stared at her over the rim of his teacup. He could hardly believe this perfectly poised, utterly docile aristocrat was the exact same fiery woman who had ruthlessly scolded him just days ago. Her defense was absolute. She was a fortress of aristocratic etiquette, completely refusing to give him an inch.
He looked at her and said, "It is a profound pity, then. I was truly hoping to discuss the catastrophic structural flaw in the newly proposed Southern Canal expansion."
