Guess who slept on the couch the night before? None other than Prince Qui. He honestly thought that he would be in the heaven of pillows before he was set off to sleeping on the ground again for the next few days, but alas, the princess refused to speak with him since he gave her the potted plant.
What was so wrong about a cactus? Wouldn't she have been more offended if he gave a flower that would have instantly wilt? Because it was going to prove that she was not a good caretaker? He gave her something that was self-sufficient and she only needed to water in once a week.
Prince Qui guessed that he should just leave on bad terms. It would be better, wouldn't it? That way, it would be easier for her to run back into the arms of Prince Xiaodan. That should be one less worry for him, but he could not help but slow down as he packed his items on the horse.
