"Then think of one right now!"
Zhao Yi replied indifferently, his eyes fixed on Zhou Lu. "This prince is not joking with you!"
"This..." Zhou Lu had never encountered such an unreasonable person; he was instantly rendered speechless. After a moment of stammering, Zhou Lu gritted his teeth, cupped his hands toward Zhao Yi, and said, "Your Highness, I truly apologize, but this commoner has no intention of selling Xiaoyue Pavilion!"
Chapter 18