Xie Xun sheathed his longsword and only relaxed once he saw she was unharmed. "I was gone for just two moments. How did you manage to stir up trouble?"
Fengyu innocently touched her cheek. "Being too beautiful really is my fault."
Xie Xun propped his longsword beside him, at a loss whether to laugh or cry. "You spent twenty taels on a mandarin swallow, attracting others' covetousness. We'll reach the Capital City in just a day—couldn't you hold back?"
"I couldn't!" Fengyu flared up. "I was sitting here perfectly fine, minding my own business. Who did I offend? I'm wealthy, I'm beautiful—how is that my fault?"
Though she was by nature cautious, she had grown more reckless with Xie Xun by her side. Who would have expected this boldness would invite trouble?
