Chu Qianli was rather surprised, "Why say my man is Prince Xuan? Didn't you see today that Prince Xuan showed no interest in me whatsoever?"
Long Ziyue, however, laughed out loud, "The Prince only bothers to utter a few extra words when he's facing you. And you call that disinterest?"
"Unfortunately, not one of those words was pleasant to hear." Chu Qianli still harboured some resentment.
That damned man.
"Did you quarrel?"
Chu Qianli was taken aback, "Where would I get the courage to quarrel with Prince Xuan? Do I have a death wish?"
"Moreover, aren't I here waiting to be chosen by him? Quarreling with him would be sabotaging my own future, wouldn't it?"
"Are you truly here for the royal selection, or are you here for me?" Long Ziyue snorted.
Fu Long gave a light cough, this girl was too blunt; had it been her, she wouldn't know how to respond.
But Chu Qianli remained the same Chu Qianli, not in the least surprised by Long Ziyue's words.