Yuanjun held her hands in the air as if he knew she was from the Ministry of Justice and was turning himself in. Qiang was almost alarmed, but then he chuckled.
"I'm a merchant who sells perfume," Yuanjun reminded her, "You're a lady of martial arts. I doubt you won't desire perfume like all other ladies. After all, people have their delicate sides."
Qiang wasn't going to buy his merchant story. Just because he was a perfume merchant, it didn't make sense to follow a lady.
"Next?" Qiang asked bluntly.
"Hmm?" Yuanjun hummed in confusion, slowly bringing his arms down, "What next?"
Qiang smiled sarcastically, "Your next excuse."
Yuanjun was bewildered once again. He stood still as Qiang turned around to leave.
"Pretty lady!" He called her to see if she would stop, and she did. He smiled, "You haven't told me your name yet." He uttered, "We're not in the apothecary anymore."
