After Zhang Maoze delivered a speech that wasn't quite flattery yet surpassed it in every way, Su Zhen—thick-skinned or not—should have blushed. What's more, she was anything but thick-skinned, being delicate in the extreme.
Twisting her handkerchief between her fingertips, the tips of her ears turned redder than the cinnabar seal on a jar of litchi paste. "Eunuch Zhang, please say no more. Anyone listening would think I was greedy for credit."
"Since Eunuch Zhang has come today, you might as well stay a while longer, have some tea, or perhaps partake of some pastries."
Chapter 339