"This test is not that kind of test."
Prince Qi Changrong still agreed, "Very well. Even if I can't make the bridal jewelry for the Empress, catching her eye will certainly open other doors."
"Thank you, Prince Rong."
To express his gratitude to Prince Rong, Sang Jue spent three consecutive days soaking in Yan Pavilion, accompanying him in conversations about everything under the sun.
His knowledge was extensive, and though he claimed to be a merchant, he spoke of many traveler's tales, often making Qi Changrong burst into hearty laughter.
Occasionally, Qi Changrong would laugh and remark, "Ah Jue, with a face like yours, if you were a girl, there wouldn't be a need for Koukou."
He spoke of fickleness with a righteous air.
Sang Jue laughed, "I don't have Miss Lan Kuo's charm. The beauty of a beauty is not in the skin but in the bones, in the grace."
"Haha, Koukou, listen to him, what a silver tongue he has!"
