Wuliang Patriarch, having been snubbed, finally quieted down.
At the same time, Qin Shou stepped into the carriage, and the moment he did, he saw a man with a handsome face, fair skin, and eyes like cold stars sitting straight ahead. The man's eyes, full of curiosity and a hint of chilliness, stared intently at him.
"How may I address you?" asked Zhao Yuhuang.
Qin Shou replied subconsciously, "Qin Shou."
"How dare you insult the Saint Heir?!" a maid at the side rebuked angrily.
Zhao Yuhuang's expression also turned sour.
Qin Shou glanced at the maid and said, "Long on hair, short on wit, I am called Qin Shou, 'Qin' from Qinling Mountain and 'Shou' as in longevity. Any problem with that?"
The maid, upon hearing this, froze in place. The slender jade finger, which she had pointed at Qin Shou's nose, was suddenly neither retractable nor steady.
It was then that Zhao Yuhuang said, "Aren't you going to apologize?"
