"Don't tell me he's not here, and don't tell me he's sick; those excuses won't work." Having been turned away twice already, Pei You had long since figured out exactly what kind of temper Zhao Duanming had.
The young girl was dressed in a beautiful white brocade dress, the hem delicately outlined with silver thread in a fragrant herb pattern, cinched at the waist to emphasize her slender, graceful figure. Yet, a frown creased her exquisite little face as she sat in the second-floor private room, waiting for the servant she had sent to deliver her message.
"Even if my medical skills aren't exactly top-tier, surely that doesn't mean you have to deny me even a chance to spar with him?" Her almond-shaped eyes were shimmering with a layer of mist, looking as if she might cry at any moment.
Chapter 81