Meng Zhaojun, in her agitation, blurted out some words from her past life, with phrases like "every single second." Tang Shunyan watched her, bewildered, not understanding what she meant!
"Every single second? What does that mean?"
Tang Shunyan's question made Meng Zhaojun pause for a moment, then fumble with her words, unable to explain all at once; then she glared sharply:
"As a man, why do you ask so many questions? Coming out with me, do you think I'll sell you or something?"
Tang Shunyan, scolded by Meng Zhaojun, wanted to argue back. He was a little boy, not really a man, but could reason prevail in front of this little girl?
Having no other choice, he had to call for the attendant student, bring along the maid, prepare the carriage, and even notify his family before setting off.
Meng Zhaojun was proud and coquettish, her queenly nature showing; the little boy in front of her was so obedient, and she felt her years of nurturing him had not been in vain.
