Even though Wanyan Luosang was pretty fluent in the Chinese language, she had grown up in the strong-willed Danjue, after all, and she did not understand the meaning of self-restraint and self-respect. All she knew was that she must seize whatever she had set her eyes on.
The man right in front of her was her newest target.
She did not feel afraid when she saw the grim yet handsome face of the man. She giggled instead and spread her hands out. "I'm not giving way unless the Grand Duke takes me back to the mansion."
Lu Hetian did not want to waste any more time talking to her. "Wang He!"
Wang He immediately went forward. "Yes, Grand Duke."
"Take her away!"
Wang He got off the horse and forced himself to drag Wanyan Luosang away.
This Princess Wanyan had used multiple tactics along the way, but she was like a dog-skin plaster that just would not relent no matter how one chased her off. Moreover, her skin was as thick as the city walls.
