"Commandery Princess." There was no intention to speak within the carriage, and Ju Nanyi performed his salute with neither servility nor overbearing pride, his gesture limited to the salute, without any desire to engage in conversation.
Zheng Nianru immediately felt somewhat amused. Was this ignorance?
Indeed, it was possible he did not know; when Wen Zan went to ask for the painting draft, he naturally did not say it was hers. With this thought, Zheng Nianru no longer felt her anger was justified. Perhaps when Fu Gong spoke with Wen Zan, he never even mentioned her name.
"Scholar Ju, is the remaining half of the painting draft finished?" Having reached this thought, Zheng Nianru didn't feel as angry as she had when she arrived.