The Bed-Warming Prince and His Ugly Consort

“You—give it back! ” Su Meng'er’s apricot eyes glared fiercely in humiliated rage. With a nimble twist of her body, she lunged toward him. Gu Louning raised his eyebrows triumphantly; with a light tap of his toes, his body shot several yards away. Watching Gu Louning's disappearing back, Su Meng'er, who had just been fuming with rage, let an evil smile curl at the corners of her mouth. She had known all along that the master of the garden would not easily let her take something away from the Emperor. Therefore, the moment she stepped out the door, she had swapped her hairpin with the one the Emperor had given her. Gently touching the hairpin that was still tucked perfectly in her hair, she wondered: what kind of expression would Gu Louning make when he realized that the item he had gone to such great lengths to snatch was merely a piece of street stall junk worth a single tael of silver?