“He he,” Qu Qing Ju raised the teacup for a sip to hide the mirth that nearly surged up within her, “wang ye had never mentioned biao mei to me.”
The smile on Wei Qin shi’s face froze. She instantly replied: “Wang ye is occupied with a myriad of state affairs. He wouldn’t have remembered to discuss such minor things when he returns to the fu.”
“What does Wei furen mean?” Qu Qing Ju’s face darkened, “Wang ye is just an imperial son. Where does this myriad of state affairs come from? Furthermore, wang ye usually resides in zhengyuan and he always talks about the household matters with me. Why does it seem like you mean that wang ye has matters he doesn’t like discussing with ben wang fei?”
Wei Qin shi was in shock. She didn’t think that Duan Wang Fei could change faces so quickly without a hint of warning. She paused for a second before regrouping and said: “Please forgive me, wang fei. Chen fu meant no such thing.”