"It would be nice to think so." Li Meirong sighed, a sad sort of wistfulness in her words. Still, she sat motionless as Xiao An Fei continued to comb her hair. Absentmindedly, she lowered her eyes and murmured, "Can you tell me a bit about Zhu Qingyue?"
"Of course! What would you like to know?" Xiao An Fei asked, smiling brightly. 'Finally, Her Ladyship is showing interest in our Sovereign Lord!'
Li Meirong took a deep breath and asked, "You keep referring to Senior Zhu as a lord. Since he is the Grandmaster's son, does that mean that he has a royal title? And what are those duties he must always attend to?"
As she asked, Li Meirong felt Snowball's form turn noticeably stiff. Thinking that Snowball may have become startled by Xiao An Fei's proximity, she began to stroke his fur a little more gently, hoping to calm him down.
