"Cousin, I never knew you were so old already. You sure dared to take advantage of me, I'm still a child, you know!"
In Changming Mansion, Lu Bei tilted his head back and sighed, "I remember very clearly, my eighth aunt said you were just over twenty. I believed her, but I never expected you were 'over' by this much."
Zhu Qilan turned her head away. There was no such thing as a regret-reducing pill in the world, so saying these things now was useless. It was too late.
Lu Bei cried out even louder, claiming that his innocent heart had been tainted, and that the Zhu family was wicked, misleading him not just individually but collectively. As a young man inexperienced in life, as pure as a sheet of white paper, he fell for it all too easily.
"Enough," Zhu Qilan coldly snorted as Lu Bei bemoaned his perceived injustice. "If Master Lu really feels wronged, join me in visiting the imperial capital at the end of the year. I'll introduce you to some young princesses."