"Then how do you know the price of the courtesan inside?"

Ye Wanqing blushed and replied, "How would I know? I was just giving an example."

"For example?" Murong Yan moved closer suspiciously, then kissed her on the cheek. "This prince likes this analogy. Third brother's behavior is just like that of a prostitute in a brothel."

Ye Wanqing cried out, and quickly raised her hand to wipe her face. "You! You did this on purpose!"

Too cunning, Your Highness!

Murong Yan looked triumphant as he dodged A Rao's attacking knife. He predicted her movements and dodged left and right deftly: "Miss A Rao, attacking the prince is a serious crime."

"The eldest master said he would cover for me." A Rao rudely slapped his shoulder.

"He can't even protect himself. Maybe he's being hung on a tree and beaten by your wife right now."

Murong Yan dodged with a smile, saying in a relaxed and leisurely manner: "Miss A Rao, if you hit me, no matter how long or two, my uncle will impeach your Lordship."

A Rao withdrew her hand, wiped Ye Wanqing's face with a handkerchief, and advised: "If Your Highness kisses my prince in public again, you, Uncle Ling, and my Marquis will all be impeached."

"I never thought Miss A Rao, who is usually so strict and unsympathetic, could understand such profound things."

He slowly approached Ye Wanqing, lowered his head and kissed her on the other cheek, then turned around gracefully, dodging the fists coming from Ye Wanqing and A Rao, and said proudly: "I kissed you, so what? Impeachment is impeachment. I will impeach them in the same way they impeach me."