"I...I'm fine." Mrs. Jiang quickly waved her hand, now laughing so hard her stomach hurt.
With great difficulty, she stood up with Marquis Zhaoren's help, still somewhat bent over in laughter.
"Alright, alright! Don't laugh yourself sick." Marquis Zhaoren didn't find the situation particularly amusing.
Regaining her breath with some effort, Mrs. Jiang tried to suppress her laughter and said, "Prince Duan's expression was just too funny."
"Hmph! That scoundrel Prince Duan won't dare to mess with me again!" Marquis Zhaoren snorted coldly in the direction Prince Duan had left.
From the time they were in the Capital, Prince Duan had never had good intentions, and these intentions became even more apparent when they arrived in the Su State Sub-prefecture.
Although Marquis Zhaoren didn't like the methods that the Regent King used to win him over, he loathed Prince Duan's hypocrisy even more.
