Lien Yanran sensed something amiss and was shocked, "Was this done by Zhaozhao? What kind of witchcraft is this, Zhaozhao, have you gone mad? Prince An Nan will not spare you."
Yu Nianzhao gave her a sidelong glance, "Running your mouth will cost you. I'm not one to let things slide overnight. So, are you curious to experience how she's feeling right now?"
Seeing Xie Jiarou's deranged appearance, Lien Yanran shook her head repeatedly, her face pale.
It was a joke, she was a lady of high standing and not yet married—how could she behave so disgracefully?
Watching Xie Jiarou about to run to the main street, which would undoubtedly cause an uproar,
Pei Yunzhi hurriedly pleaded, "Zhaozhao, Jiarou didn't mean it. She always has a sharp tongue but a soft heart. Please spare her."
Lien Yanran was anxious, "Yes, yes, what could have caused Jiarou to become like this? Has she... seen a ghost?"
Talking about ghosts brought a sob to Lien Yanran's voice.
