Wei Qin shi felt an indescribable sense of awe. She gave He Heng a bow of greeting, “Since returning to Jing, I haven’t seen wang ye and wang fei, so today I brought my daughter here to greet wang fei.”
“It must have been great trouble for you to come. Wang fei has already met Wei xiaojie at the palace,” He Heng raised Qu Qing Ju’s teacup to take a mouthful. He calmly remarked, “Based on mu fei’s ancestors, you are ben wang’s elders. How can it be that you came here to meet us?”
“Wang ye isn’t someone we can compare to,” Wei Qin shi’s tone, as she spoke, became politer. She carefully said, “Shuang yatou kept talking about her memories when you were younger so chen fu had to come here with this yatou.”
The hand that held his teacup stilled. What did those words mean? He turned his head to look at Qu Qing Ju. As expected, he saw that there were hints of ice in the other’s mirth. He slightly furrowed his eyebrows and commented, “Wei xiaojie had only met with ben wang a few times during our younger years. These words Wei furen has spoken are perhaps too inappropriate.”
Wei Qin shi heard that Duan Wang didn’t have any interest in her daughter. The smile on her face became ugly. After a beat, she replied: “Wang ye is too serious. You are cousins, there’s no need to care too much?”
He Heng expressionlessly stated: “Protecting females when the males are older is human nature.”