After Feng Zhanlian left in a humiliating manner, the two sisters, Feng Xiangxue, sitting in the middle, felt like sitting on pins and needles. Having such a father (uncle) truly disgraced them.
Their father was also foolish, how could he plagiarize Feng Bailing's poetry.
Especially Feng Xiangxue, Feng Zhanlian made her lose face in front of the Seventh Prince. Just now, she looked towards Dongfang Li several times, but Dongfang Li refused to even glance at her.
Feng Ruoyan married Dongfang Li, merely as a concubine; she originally hoped to leverage her father's current reputation to secure the position of a side concubine before the wedding, but now that hope was completely shattered.
There were also those ministers and officials' families nearby, who kept discussing softly, making her feel uncomfortable all over.
If it weren't for Lady Nan Feng holding her back, she would have left the seat long ago.
"Let's just go."
Feng Xiangxue gently tugged at Lady Nan Feng's sleeve.
