Xiaoling's sudden question caught Weisheng off-guard. He didn't know if he wanted to laugh at her question or feel flustered.
"What?" Xiaoling asked in confusion upon his silence, "You're wearing your hair up, so you must be married."
Weisheng ended up chuckling, "That tradition is only for women…" He murmured, "I can wear my hair however I want."
Xiaoling pouted at his explanation, "What kind of a tradition is that? What if I want to tie my hair up…" She sulked.
Weisheng nodded at her concern, "That's valid. You're noble, though. You can wear your hair however you want. However, in public, it's better to follow the customs. Who knows? You might receive a marriage proposal." He joked.
"I've only been here for a day and you already want to send me away?" She asked sarcastically.
Weisheng's eyes widened, "How could I?" He exhaled in amusement, "I don't dare."
