"My gongzi is a fool!" Luo Qingyang bursts out as soon as they're alone in her tent. "How can he look at someone so kind and lovely and skilled and—”
Jiang Yanli laughs softly. "It's a good thing we're not engaged then. I can spend time with someone who appreciates me."
Originally published here in a shorter form in response to la_dissonance's prompt.
Imported from Archive of Our Own. Original work id: 30540654.