"Why are you laughing, Master Fan?"
This was what he had expected Haitang to ask. Fan Xian cleared his throat and beamed. "I like the way you walk, my lady."
Haitang was rather surprised, and anger flashed behind her eyes.
"If I am lying, may Heaven strike me down," said Fan Xian hurriedly.
Haitang could not help but doubt his oath, but she still did not understand it. She had been teased in the palace for the way she walked for many years; why did this young man like it? She thought back to his underhanded tactics by the edge of the northern sea, and felt even more confused.
