"It's utterly ridiculous; it's not my scandal. Should I, the Princely Heir, really have to cover for him?"
"Why are you defending him with such modesty? Ji Shimin, Wei Xiheng is engaged, are you perhaps pining for him? Just say the word, and Lady Yan could step aside for you."
His words caused everyone to freeze, and they turned their gazes toward Yan Mi as if by some unspoken agreement.
Yan Mi was standing amid the crowd, looking frail and slender.
In her hand, she held the handkerchief that Yingwu had stuffed into her hand not long ago, stained with chili water, watching as Wei Xiheng was carried away, longing to follow but not daring to do so. She happened to wipe her face with it, and soon her eyes were red and swollen.
She looked pitifully charming.
Who could see her and not feel a pang of sympathy?
The gentle breeze seemed as if it could blow her over in the next moment.
