"There is no need for General Meng to sow discard with your nonsense." Princess Lotus took a glance at Fourth Prince Feng that was red with anger. Coldly, she said, "Even more so, you should not measure others' corn by your bushel. I do not understand what goes on in your head, nor do I wish to. All I know is that your words should be just and backed by evidence. Without evidence, no matter how honey-tongued you are, it would be useless."
"Please. I am certainly not honey-tongued, unlike your 'nectar' tongue." Meng Fuyao laughed. "Not only has the princess a 'nectar' tongue, but you are also a lotus dripping with nectar from top to bottom. Pretty sure you even wish to soak every single strand of hair in lotus water so people can smell the extremely holy lotus odor you exude and remember that you are a gift from God. This phrase was made for you. Do not involve me in this."
