"What did you say?"
After listening to her brother's words, the female cleaner who was scooping stew from a barrel with a spoon couldn't help but open her mouth wide in surprise.
"You want me to be an envoy and represent you at the wedding?"
"Yes, you heard it right."
With a confident nod, the current King of the Northern Kingdom raised the long-handled wooden spoon in his hand, pointed it at his sister in the air, and with a face full of disdain reminded her while chewing on stew:
"Melly, quickly straighten your napkin, didn't you see the soup is about to stain your clothes? You're a grown woman and still so sloppy, what kind of impression does that give others!"
"You dare criticize me?"
Hearing her brother's scolding, the female cleaner became slightly annoyed and threw the wooden spoon back into the barrel, placing one hand on her waist, pointing at him angrily:
