Jiang Ning glanced at him and asked Jiang Yuan, "Who is he?"
Jiang Yuan: "..."
A hint of a smile appeared on Wenren Zong's usually serious face.
Li Hongyuan's eyebrows twitched: "Jiang Seventh, are you pretending to have amnesia with this prince?"
Jiang Ning asked Wenren Zong, "Master Thirteen, you are the Jingzhao Magistrate of Chang'an City. May I ask if I have violated any laws of Great Sheng by telling stories here?"
Wenren Zong shook his head: "Not at all."
"In that case, what should I do when Prince Yu orders me not to tell stories here?"
"Seventh Miss can ignore him."
With his hands behind his back, Wenren Zong faintly smiled.
Jiang Ning shook her paper fan and leaned back in her wheelchair, smiling, "Did you hear that, Your Highness? The Jingzhao Magistrate said that I can ignore any of your orders. After all, I have nothing to do with you."
Li Hongyuan fell silent for a moment.
