92 The Fourth Princess

Rong Xiu glanced at her with a half-smile. "Second Master Yan, have a seat."

Yan Ge's legs turned to jelly, and he almost dropped to his knees as cold sweat gathered on his back. It was fine if others called him this. However, for this person to call him this… It was killing him!

"… This, it's not appropriate…" Yan Ge forced a smile. "Your Highness is of noble status. I think I'll…"

"Ms. Liuyue asked you to sit. Don't stand on ceremony." Rong Xiu retracted his gaze.

Yan Ge knew it would be strange for him to keep rejecting, so he sat down nervously. "O-okay!"

Chu Liuyue looked at him strangely. Something is strange about Yan Ge's behavior today… Even if Rong Xiu is royalty, given Zhen Bao Pavilion's standing in Imperial City, he doesn't have to act like this.

The fuzzy thoughts flashed across her mind. However, just as she was about to look deeper into it, a hand suddenly reached over and took her cup of alcohol from her.