Luo Wanwan's face was deathly pale.
"Commandery Princess, Commandery Princess! I absolutely didn't mean it that way! The things I said... I just heard them from somewhere else. I really didn't—"
"Oh? You heard them from somewhere else? Then why don't you tell me where?" Princess Qingyang pressed.
"It was... it was..." Luo Wanwan stammered, twisting her handkerchief in her hands, a flicker of conflict in her eyes.
Just then, Murong Ye finally caught up from behind them. "Qinyang!"
Hearing his voice, Luo Wanwan looked up instinctively. When she saw it was Murong Ye, she shuddered as if suddenly remembering something and swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue.
Princess Qingyang had no desire to deal with Murong Ye right now. Without even turning her head, she kept her eyes fixed on Luo Wanwan. "Go on. Who was it?"
Luo Wanwan bit her lip. "Well..."
