Chu Yi was feeling a little troubled.
He had just wanted to teach Zhu Yu a lesson because he was annoyed by her words, but he could not stop himself from kissing her in the end.
"I'll ask for her hand in marriage from Her Highness." He decided he had to take responsibility for touching her.
Zhao Qian looked sympathetically at him. "Aren't you afraid Her Highness will order you to be castrated?"
Chills ran over Chu Yi's body as if he suddenly had a basin of cold water poured over him.
"Don't say anything if you have nothing nice to say," Chu Yi spat, glaring at Zhao Qian. Did the man need to rain on his parade?
"I'm just saying it as I see it! What do you think, Lil Qi?" Zhao Qian turned to look at Chu Qi.
Chu Qi bent over to pick up the red packet that had fallen to the ground. When he heard Zhao Qian's comment, he darted a look at both of them and said nothing. However, when he walked past Chu Yi, he gave Chu Yi a thumbs up.
