Feather Song quickened her pace to follow behind him, speaking just as quickly: "But she's not your beloved—"
"Exactly. She *is* my beloved woman, but that doesn't mean I'm willing to spend even half a copper coin extra to make that parchment full of nonsense arrive at its destination a few days earlier."
Motan suddenly halted, then spun around sharply. Reaching out with his right hand, he pinned Feather Song against the wall, who had nearly collided into his chest, and happily said: "If you'd accepted my confession that night, you'd also become my beloved woman. Of course, that doesn't conflict with me beating up a lousy peer like you."
"You're such a scumbag..."
Feather Song's face was devoid of emotion as she launched a slap at him, only for her palm to sting painfully when it collided hard with Motan's face instead.
"Your assessment just now was spot on."
