"You're already so old, yet you're still acting like a child."
Lu Zhou couldn't help but nag. He even got up and closed the window.
Lu Sheng poured away the snow on her palm and smiled at Chu Sihan. "Have you built snowmen before?"
Chu Sihan shook his head. "No!"
Lu Sheng sat up straight and propped up her chin. "When I was six years old, I piled snowmen in the snow for a day because I was playful. In the end, my legs were frozen and I couldn't get up. If Master hadn't discovered it early, I would have frozen to death in the snow."
Lu Zhou subconsciously looked at Chu Sihan. Sure enough, there was some doubt in his clear eyes.
He hurriedly said to Lu Sheng, "Disciple, go and heat up a pot of wine."
Was this little girl afraid that Chu Sihan would not suspect her?
The Third Prince was only seventeen or eighteen years old ten years ago and had never left the capital. How could he have known her?
