Feng Wu stared at him. "What did you say?!"
Seeing that Feng Wu looked like she was going to cut someone up, the prince waved his hands. "It was my father. I didn't say it. I really didn't…"
Feng Wu snorted.
The crown prince explained in a hurry. "Well, you're the Patriarch's junior sister, so you should be quite old… I think that's what my father thinks."
Feng Wu snorted again.
The prince was confused. "So, are you the Patriarch's junior sister or the teenage girl of the Junwu Empire?"
Feng Wu asked, "Can't I be both?"
The prince said, "How can you be both? How old is the Patriarch? How old must his master be? How is that possible?"
Feng Wu raised an eyebrow. "Why isn't it possible? I'm right here, aren't I?"
The prince said, "So… so… you really are… You!"
Feng Wu nodded.
The prince looked shocked and frustrated.
Feng Wu glanced at him curiously. "I understand that you're shocked, but why are you upset?"
