Ji Qingluan rolled her eyes, a new idea forming in her mind.
She turned with a coy smile toward the First Prince Nanggong Sheng seated in the seat of honor, her voice so sweetly cloying it seemed as if honey might drip from it. "First Prince, Qingluan has long admired your bearing, and coming here today for a marital alliance, I have always hoped to become your wedded wife. I wonder what the First Prince thinks of this?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the entire hall was stunned.
Chapter 115