Long Yang shot him an icy glare. "In that case, you should teach her some manners to prevent her from making a fool of herself in public."
The corners of Wanyan Jin's mouth twitched imperceptibly.
The Emperor of Great Shang really had no qualms about embarrassing him.
"You're right, Your Majesty. I'll be sure to teach her well." His tone was humble and polite.
Long Yang did not push the subject and nodded slightly. "Well then, let's continue on our way, Prince Jin."
Wanyan Jin moved to the side to let them pass.
He was standing on Lu Liangwei's side, and she brushed against him as she walked forward with Long Yang's arm around her shoulder.
This time, he finally saw her face up close.
The girl was enveloped in the man's embrace, the hood of her cloak hiding part of her palm-sized face but not concealing her ethereal beauty, the white fox-fur lining on the hood making her face appear even daintier.
