"Cricket, cricket!" The woman giggled foolishly while holding a cricket, "Cricket, oh cricket! Baowei, it's a cricket, a cricket! Shall we have a cricket fight?"
The hell with the cricket!
Yun Ge was really impatient, especially when this person kept calling her "Baowei." Their personalities clashed inherently; wasn't the name Purple Chervil much better? Why insist on a name like Baowei, all glitzy and flashy, is that kind of common name really pleasant to hear?
Alright then, the truth was out. It turned out the feud between Yun Ge and the Ninth Princess was over someone's right to name.
Holding in her frustration, Yun Ge grabbed Ji Jiuhuang's arm, "Let's go! Didn't you want to see Baowei? I'll take you there now!" She practically gritted her teeth saying this.
"Oops!"
The cricket was forgotten in an instant, discarded without a thought. The woman gleefully grabbed Yun Ge, giddily exclaiming, "Baowei, Baowei, Baowei!!"
