"Are you sure it's them who don't fancy me?" Xia Zheng suddenly turned and raised an eyebrow at her, suggesting something with his glance.
Lin Yuan's face darkened in an instant, "Don't tell me you actually have some rotten admirers!"
"Admirers would be overselling it, at most they're just budding flowers." Seeing Lin Yuan's face was about to change, Xia Zheng quickly added, "That's why, my dear, you have to work harder to expand your shop to the capital city and chop down all those rotten admirers for your husband."
Lin Yuan snorted loudly and turned her head away, ignoring him.
Xia Zheng's eyebrows lifted triumphantly; it seemed the little girl truly believed him, not even catching his hidden barbs in the conversation.
"But why do they need you for disaster relief?" Lin Yuan recalled the previous question. Since he wasn't a prince or an official, why would they need a shopkeeper for disaster relief? Could it be the Imperial Court had no one else?
