The veins on his forehead bulged, and his usually gentle eyes were now burning red, as if flames were burning within them. "Do you think this is child's play?"
The two faced each other across the table, the air seemingly frozen.
Shen Jintang tilted her head back, her neck taut and straight, like a drawn sword, its sharpness fully revealed.
She didn't speak, but the slight lift of her chin conveyed her attitude.
"Smack!"
Just then, a crisp clap broke the silence.
Gu Yanqing suddenly clapped his hands, the folding fan making a crisp sound in his palm, attracting everyone's attention.
When everyone turned their heads, they saw the Third Prince stroking his chin, his gaze sweeping back and forth across Gu Zhixing's face, his eyes filled with a hint of mockery, just like a merchant picking out goods at a market.
"What's wrong with you?" Ye Qingzhou looked at him suspiciously, her eyes full of confusion.
Gu Yanqing suddenly smiled, tapped his fan, and said with a hint of teasing, "Who says there isn't a more suitable candidate than Miss Chen?"
Everyone in the room followed his gaze—Gu Zhixing was still in the position of slamming the table, his wide sleeves hanging down, revealing a section of his white jade-like wrist, which was no less beautiful than a woman's.
Sunlight streamed through the window curtains, casting a soft glow on his handsome features, making him look like a celestial being who had stepped out of a painting.
"Me?" Gu Zhixing pointed to the tip of his nose, his phoenix eyes widening as if he couldn't believe his ears. "Playing the bride?"
Several heads nodded in unison.
Ye Qingzhou was so embarrassed by his laughter that his face turned red and his shoulders were shaking. He almost burst out laughing.
Shen Jintang couldn't help but chuckle softly.
She took a half step forward, lightly touching Gu Zhixing's eyebrows with her fingertip, her tone slightly mischievous: "Lord Gu's face..." she drawled out the last syllable, "if he were to wear powder and draw his eyebrows, he would probably outshine even the real bride."
Gu Zhixing's ears turned bright red, as if they had been set ablaze.
He subconsciously touched his face, then suddenly realized how effeminate the gesture was, and quickly lowered his hand, looking rather embarrassed.
But on second thought, it's better than letting Shen Jintang take the risk.
He took a deep breath, trying to appear calm, but his voice still involuntarily changed: "Nonsense!"
The sunlight shone on his bright red earlobes, almost making them appear bloodshot.
His gaze swept across everyone's faces, finally settling on Shen Jintang, as if searching for support but unable to speak.
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