"I'm sorry, but I can't refuse my father. You will have to go convince him first before attempting to woo me. I apologize again. Now, if you will excuse us, I still have dresses to run through." Ling Yue apologized politely and quickly with a respectable bow, honoring the prince's status.
"Well, in that case, excuse me." The prince took his leave along with his lackeys without causing any more trouble, weirdly enough.
"Huh, what an--"
"Hush, you poor vagrant! Before you say anything more disrespectful towards the prince, know your place." One of the attendants shut Fangluan up mid-sentence.
"Aw, jeez, I might look like one, but I am royalty too, you know?" Fangluan retorted.
"What's with this commotion? Why hasn't the shop been closed yet?... Fangluan? You?" An elegantly dressed woman walked in, as if woken from sleep.
