Li Qingxun was a little disappointed.

Zhang Hean looked gentle and kind, but in Li Qingxun's eyes, he was a dangerous smiling tiger.

The original owner probably hadn't seen many handsome men, yet she was so worried about him.

"I heard that you were whipped by the Seventh Princess. Are you feeling better?" asked the man in brocade robes.

It was two months later when his feelings for her had faded before he showed any concern for her. What a heartless scumbag.

Li Qingxun held up the homemade fishing net and said, "I'm fine. Thank you, Master Zhang, for your concern."

The man in brocade robe raised his eyebrows.

Li Qingxun continued, "A journey of a thousand miles tells a horse's strength, and time reveals a person's true character. The Seventh Princess beat me up, and it made me see clearly the hypocritical heart of Lord Zhang. I was blind in the past, and from now on I will wipe my eyes and stop pestering Lord Zhang."

The man in brocade robe was stunned, his eyebrows curved, and he laughed happily: "Sixth sister's illness has not yet recovered, and she actually mistook me for Zhang Hean. Why didn't I realize before that Sixth sister is actually an interesting and wonderful person."

Yuan Er tugged at Li Qingxun's sleeve in embarrassment and whispered, "Princess, this is Concubine Xie's only son, the Third Prince, not Lord Zhang."

Li Qingxun:...

Why didn't you say it earlier, girl!

Li Qingxun had heard that Concubine Xie was a singer brought back by the emperor from his travels among the people. After entering the palace, she was favored by the emperor and gave birth to a son and a daughter. The son was named Li Ang, the third child; unfortunately, Concubine Xie's daughter died of illness in her childhood.

Li Qingxun wondered: "What does Zhang Hean look like?"

Yuan'er scratched her head, not knowing how to explain. She looked into the distance, her eyes suddenly brightened, and she secretly pulled Li Qingxun's sleeve: "Princess, Lord Zhang is over there, he is coming."