Inside Hoarfrost’s mansion, the godking chortled at Han Shuang.
“Girl, aren’t you usually the bold and headstrong sort? Why are you playing the timid maid at a time like this? Just tell me, do you want to be his concubine or not?”
Her cheeks bright red, she refused to give an answer, opting for a soft smile instead.
“I’ll take that as a no, then. I’ll refuse His Majesty’s proposal. He should pick a virtuous and proper daughter-in-law instead.”
“Err, my lord, are you saying I’m not virtuous enough?” Han Shuang grew anxious.
The godking chuckled. “You, virtuous? Are you skilled with needlework? How about cooking, aiding a husband, or raising children? I don’t think...