Both of them left the State Mansion hand in hand.
Lu Zijin had brought over a dozen men, who mingled in the crowd, following them closely from a distance.
The streets were bustling and packed with people coming and going.
Gaily dressed young men and women shuttled back and forth, laughter filling the air.
"May I ask the lady's name?"
Another handsome man approached and struck up a conversation.
Sang Yan raised the hand she was holding and gave it a shake, smiling as she declared her territory, "Sorry, already taken by a husband."
He Ying had been quite unhappy, but at hearing Sang Yan's words, any trace of displeasure evaporated instantly.
Husband?
What a delightful term.
"My apologies."
His face flush with embarrassment, the man retreated one step, hastily bowed, and quickly left.
Sang Yan's face was too striking, and with her dressed up so well, she kept attracting would-be suitors along the way.
