It wasn't that he was thick-skinned; he was just too curious.
"You attended the Emperor's birthday banquet yesterday, didn't you?"
Duke of Zhen stroked his beard, glancing at him, "Didn't you see my little granddaughter at the banquet?"
"You mean, Little Qingluo?"
Marquis He's face changed slightly, and he stepped forward, whispering in his ear: "Qingluo suddenly broke into the Mental Cultivation Hall and saved the Little Prince. Everyone present witnessed her mysterious abilities, and there was much private discussion."
"Hmph, let them gossip!"
Duke of Zhen snorted, blowing his beard and staring: "My own granddaughter is naturally not comparable to ordinary people."
"Hehe, you're right, sir."
Marquis He smoothly agreed, with a hint of flattery.
"Speaking of our Qingluo's abilities, she's even better than the top martial artists in Jianghu. Who among ordinary people would dare to ride a giant eagle into the sky?"