"Ah! Top Scholar! We're just out to have fun, why bother with formalities?" Chu Qingmeng stopped him before he could bow. If he shouted out a greeting to the Eldest Princess, half of Mo Yunting's plan would likely be ruined.
Wang Dalin's hand paused midway through his bow. Right, on the third day of the lunar month, the streets had been filled with rumors that the Eldest Princess had been grounded by His Majesty; she must have sneaked out today. Exposing her identity would only bring her unnecessary trouble.
Thinking this, he pulled back his hands, though he suddenly had no idea what to say. Awkwardly holding the remaining tanghulu in his hand, he blurted out the first thing that came to mind, "My lady, would you care for some candied hawthorn?"
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