The man amused her, and a shy blush appeared on her face. Yet, she looked directly into his eyes, her gaze unwavering. "Alright, then I shall wait, wait for our Third Master to serve me."
Their conversation was veiled with insinuations, obviously filled with flirtatious undertones, which tormented Prince Meng to the point of despair. What is this inexplicable feeling of being force-fed with a heap of lovey-dovey nonsense?
Prince Meng felt powerless and let out a heavy sigh. Speaking of Prince Meng, there was no shortage of men around the manor. Some were chosen by himself, sought from outside, while others were pushed upon him by those with ulterior motives. But in any case, when it came to men, Prince Meng never lacked them.
