"Everyone is saying it, the Prince's face is injured, as his future princess consort, haven't you heard?"
"I haven't been to the Imperial Palace these past few days." Lu Yao smiled slightly, not letting anyone see through her. She had spoken so clearly to Lin Jingsheng that she supposed there was no turning back. She had to hold on to the path of Chu Lin, and try to minimize contact with Lin Jingsheng. She remembered seeing Lin Jingsheng's face at the Imperial Palace that day, it seemed a little swollen—had he been hit already by then? Lu Yao's heart skipped a beat, both excited and uneasy. Would they turn against each other and cause a huge scene? It looked like none of them were easy to deal with, surely it wouldn't calm down quickly. She had a bit of expectation; Chu Lin loved her so much, their wedding would certainly be a glorious event.
