Wu Meiyu's smirk widened. She paused mid-scan and leaned closer to Lin Mo.
"Oh, Shopkeeper, don't play coy. A man who juggles a Sword Fairy, a Verdant Sky Pavilion Emissary, a Crimson Vale vixen, a Poison Demon Cult mistress and a Princess of a Kingdom? That's consort material in any court. My father would approve of the chaos you'd bring. I would keep the advisors on their toes."
Lin Mo's grin held firm, albeit it was twitching a bit at how ridiculous she made it sound. The Convenience Saint title might evolve to a Convenient Skirt-chaser.
"Alright. Flattery won't get you a discount, Your Highness. And I think you're misunderstanding something here. I never juggled anyone. Let's keep the store's partnerships strictly business, shall we?"
As though she had gotten her desired reaction, Wu Meiyu laughed. It was a bright, unrestrained laughter that turned a few customers' heads.
