"What is the Princely Heir thinking about?"
Nan Shiqi, clad in light armor, walked over and asked softly.
Gu Lan turned her head: "Just call me Gu Lan."
The young man before her was short and frail, looking even younger than herself. Gu Lan always felt as if speaking a bit harshly was bullying him.
Nan Shiqi quickly lowered his head: "I wouldn't dare."
"Thanks to you, I was able to contact the Dark Hall and the Zhou family in a short time. A name is just a formality, no need to mind it."
"It's my duty, I don't dare take credit, besides, the strategies were all devised by the Princely Heir..." Nan Shiqi blinked and said in a small voice, "I am a person of the Dark Hall, so, can I call you Young Master?"
"Of course, you may."
Outsiders called Gu Lan Young Master, and sometimes also referred to her as the Princely Heir, but people at the Marquis Mansion would call her Young Master. It was quite appropriate for Nan Shiqi to do the same.
