After she finished speaking, she observed her mother's reaction, seeming to believe some of her words, she finally felt relieved.
Liu Qingxi dared not mention the matter of offending the youngest daughter of Lord Minister or Huanhuan and the others.
Her mother had been strict with her since childhood, requiring her every word and action to be as splendid as the spring flowers, as bright as the autumn moon.
Offending the ladies from prominent families, as well as the unfavored princess, was considered stepping out of line.
Ye Qian thoughtfully looked into her eyes, trying to find any flaws.
The little girl's fine and long eyes revealed nothing but sincerity.
Could it be that she had misunderstood her daughter?
Oh well, let it be.
She called out, "Wan Rong."
