"Can you handle such a delicate flower, hmm? Royal uncle?" Xiao Yichen was being sarcastic on purpose, hoping to make Ji'an mad and order him to change back, but what to do, Ji'an was too clever to fall for his little schemes.
Ji'an slapped his hand away, her face flushing a brilliant, angry red as she stepped back.
"I am going to handle you by shoving you into the nearest mud puddle if you don't stop flirting with me!" Ji'an barked, turning her back on him and marching toward Commander Mo. "Commander! Get the Null-Stone cuffs! And dig through the royal luggage! I want the frilliest, most obnoxious pink silk dress you can find!"
Commander Mo looked at the Prince, who was still smiling like a man who had just been handed the keys to the kingdom.
"Yes, Martial Uncle," Mo gulped, turning to his men. "You heard the Chef! Find a dress!"
***
Thirty minutes later, the transformation was complete.
Deep in the shadow of the dense pine trees, Lin Ji'an stood inspecting her own disguise.
