Before she could settle in, Zhaoyi Jun leaned in, her voice dripping with mockery. "Oh? I thought Sister Zhao would arrive late. It seems you still remember the rules of etiquette. At least you know not to arrive late." Her tone was laced with hidden barbs, spoken low but sharp enough to wound.
Mei Liang's eyes remained calm as she returned the jab without hesitation. "Elder Sister Jun needn't worry about me.
Although I come from a military family, my household was strict in teaching etiquette—unlike certain families who have angered His Majesty, yet still shamelessly cling to their sisters' names to act improperly… and even caused someone's death."
Her words were soft, yet every syllable struck with precision. She didn't spare Zhaoyi Jun another glance, her gaze drifting lazily to the front of the hall.
Today's banquet wasn't meant for petty quarrels. She had far more important matters to handle.
