"Did you see that? Princess Weisaiya just went up to greet him, but Prince Rong completely ignored her, treating her like air. That's so arrogant."
"I think it's fine. Prince Rong is just like that, and it seemed like he did respond, but we're too far away to see clearly."
The madams at the lower seats began to discuss.
Ye Muyu picked up her teacup and took a sip, also feeling that Li Zhongjin, this child, was not very talkative. However, he's been like that since childhood, just becoming more indifferent as he grew older, probably due to his environment.
She sighed lightly with some regret, not having the position to say anything to him now.
Princess Weisaiya was ignored, angrily lashed her whip, then turned to speak with Li Chun'er and another young lady from a Martial Family, accompanied by a Beirong man.
Ye Muyu recognized him as the translator accompanying the Beirong envoy.
