At these words, Wei Chi Lianping realized something wasn't quite right.
His eyes brightened, and a smile played on his lips. "Our Princess hasn't even broken a sweat, so how did she pick up such a sour scent?"
"Stop trying to be funny. Are you too guilty to answer?"
Wei Chi Lianping's gaze shifted to the sesame pancake stall outside the carriage. Watching Yu Niang as she bustled around her customers, he narrowed his eyes and said, "The Princess doesn't have a clear enough understanding of herself."
Princess Hua Chang pressed her lips together, her own gaze falling outside.
That Yu Niang, the pancake seller, was full of charm in every frown and smile. She was cheerful and warm, adept at winning men's affection—especially rugged men from the army, who all seemed to love her type: a gentle and attentive young woman.
She was, of course, nothing like the Princess.
She withdrew her gaze and asked coldly, "What do you mean?"
