When Li Zhaowen heard the name Li Guanyi, she was momentarily taken aback, pausing for a brief moment. She then looked at the young man at her side, who wore a sword at his waist and was reaching out to pluck a lotus pod, recalling their two previous encounters—both talented in martial and literary arts, and both exuding a carefree spirit.
Suddenly, Li Zhaowen burst into laughter, her joy surpassing even the delight Li Guanyi had expressed earlier about the cost of the wine. She extended her jade-like hand, pointing at Li Guanyi and repeatedly exclaimed, "Hahaha, Li Guanyi, Li Guanyi!"
What a delight.
The young man, slightly tipsy, lifted the wine jar and asked, "Li Zhaowen, what are you laughing at?!"
Li Zhaowen replied, "What a good name!"
She quickly realized that she had not mentioned the name of the second son of the Duke of Ying Kingdom in her letters. Changsun Wuchou was her subordinate and would never speak of his master's true name outside. This slightly inebriated young man likely knew only the title of the second son, not Li Zhaowen herself.
She concealed a mischievous smile behind her folding fan.
Thinking to herself, this time I’ll give you a surprise, and in the future, I’ll have to scare you a bit in return; that would be fair.