What About Miss Murong?

Holding her hand, Feng Qingtian led her down the street with sticky sauce in his hair that reeked of the unique smell of Prince Zi duck.

Everybody cleared the way for them with complicated thoughts.

It wasn't until they were far away that the people finally made some noise.

"Who poured the duck sauce over Prince Zi's head?"

"That woman, of course! She even slapped him!"

"How can that be? That woman should be disciplined!"

"But Prince Zi is fine with it. The way I see it, Prince Zi is a real man who spoils and indulges the woman he loves."

"What's so good about that loser? Why is Prince Zi so nice to her?"

"Because she's Princess Zi."

"What Princess Zi? I didn't see any marriage ceremony. She's just a girl who can sleep with him."

The manager got up from the ground in a panic and pinched his thigh.

It hurt!

He was alive – it wasn't a dream.

The princess had thrown a duck at Prince Zi's head for real.