“Just how old are you this year?”0

Inside the room, Zhao Changhe instructed the servant to fetch hot water, and while he was at it, took advantage of the opportunity to interrogate Cui Yuanyang.0

He felt like the expressions everyone made as they looked at him were odd…0

Cui Yuanyang blushed and said in a low voice, “A lot more than ten years old!”2

“How much more than ten?”0

“What do you think? I’m already five chi tall!”0

“Like hell you are. Can your head even reach my armpit?”0

“?” Cui Yuanyang was not willing to back off and made to walk over to see if her head could actually reach his armpit. “I’m clearly above your armpit…”0

Zhao Changhe urgently dodged away and pressed against her head. “Forget it, just look at your face! It’s too delicate. You haven’t even burned off your baby fat. It’s so round!”0

“Why do you care how delicate I am!”0

“...What do the laws of the Great Xia say about this?”0

“What laws? Even in prosperous times, nobody cares, so why do you think they’d care right now!?”0

The door creaked open and the servant returned with the water. The gaze he had looking at the two of them was even stranger than the innkeeper’s.0

Both of them shut up and realized that if other people heard what they were talking about, they would very much no...0