"Madam Ling, there is no need to apologize younger sister zhao is not petty," Wen Fei said lightly, her voice smooth yet carrying a subtle edge.
"Yes, Elder Sister Wen is right. I am not so petty. I am sure the young misses are merely curious," Mei Liang said coldly.
"The capital is nothing special," Mei Liang said coolly. "The longer you stay, the more it wears you down. One careless word, one misplaced glance—and you might end up offending the wrong person. In that place, death can come without warning. Compared to that, Gansu Province feels far safer."
Her words fell into the air like a stone in water, halting their steps. The atmosphere tightened as every eye shifted toward her, the silence heavy and awkward.
Realizing she had spoken too bluntly, Mei Liang cleared her throat and added lightly, "Of course, the capital also has its charms—handsome men, beautiful women, exquisite gowns, and delicacies you won't find elsewhere."
