"What if the future Princess has a bad temperament?"
"Then just change her." Zhao Yao stood up, raised his hand, and patted Tong Xi on the shoulder. "Your Lord is going to Lingnan; there's a pile of things waiting to be done. I have neither the time nor the energy to waste on romantic entanglements."
"Your Highness, perhaps you just haven't experienced it yet." While other princes had bedchamber maids at eleven or twelve, his Highness had none—not even a palace maid to attend him personally.
"It's not that your Lord refuses to open up, but rather that his ambitions lie elsewhere."
"Once you get married, you'll understand the merits of a woman; by that time, you'll surely fall in love."
Zhao Yao kicked Tong Xi's rear and cursed angrily, "Get lost! Your Lord is not a lecherous man."
"You say that now, but if your future Princess is exceedingly beautiful, you'll surely change your tune." In Tong Xi's view, all men were amorous and wouldn't fail to appreciate a pretty girl.
