"What kind of noble lady do you think I am? Master, you just love to belittle me. In the Imperial Capital, who doesn't know that Li Wuyu, the daughter of Prime Minister Li, doesn't have the slightest appearance of a young lady?"
This was not self-mockery from Li Wuyu, but the plain truth. She had never had the demeanor of a woman and was accustomed to what people said about her; it didn't bother her.
An Jing joked, "Otherwise, pretend to be a noble lady for a while, maybe Youbao would take a fancy to you then?"
Li Wuyu immediately shook her head, "Impossible, that would not be me anymore. I am who I am, and I don't want to become someone else just for him. If he really can't come to like me as I am, then I won't force it."
Losing oneself for someone else? An Jing herself also couldn't do it no matter what.
Now that Li Wuyu, a person from ancient times, had this mindset, An Jing immediately praised her, "Worthy of being my disciple."
