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"Alright."
Gu Tao moved a stool to sit in front of the princess and held out his hand, "Princess, give me your hand."
"You're really courting death," Princess Taiping said, but she still stretched out her hand to Gu Tao, "If you can't discern anything, I'll have you charged with blasphemy."
Gu Tao smiled, "I know you better than you know yourself, little sister, you're still too naive."
Gu Tao pretended to examine Princess Taiping's hand seriously. The feel was average, but after all, she was of noble birth, and her skin was well-maintained. As for palmistry... Gu Tao couldn't see squat, he was just putting on an act.
He frowned, sighed, sometimes looked up at the sky, and sometimes silently beat his chest—addicted to overacting so much that Taiping, standing to the side and knitting her brows, couldn't figure out what he was trying to say at all.