"But I don't know what happened. As the old saying goes, eating too much lard is likely to make one do foolish things."
"Oh, indeed. It must be because he married a butcher's daughter; he's clearly eaten no small amount of lard."
Ji Chengjue heard this, shook his head, and chuckled. "It's not because of a woman."
"Save the rest of that sentence; it makes me want to gag."
"Uh..."
Ji Chengjue paused, rubbed his nose, and nodded. "Actually, it is because of a man."
"It seems the winds from Jin land, which Yan conquered, have indeed blown in here."
"The person is someone Sister also knows: Zheng Fan."
Upon hearing the name "Zheng Fan," the Prefecture Princess forcefully threw the stone in her hand, sending it skipping several times across the water's surface.
"I despise that name. Every time I hear it, my face burns with shame."
