Princess Anning's eyes turned icy.
She glared coldly at Princess Hong Ling, her face tight and her eyes dark, emanating a stern aura.
Under such a gaze, Princess Hong Ling instinctively shrank her neck.
The formidable presence and authority of the Imperial Granddaughter used to possess were once again fully unleashed.
Princess Anning's voice was cold and clear, her slender neck proudly poised like a swan: "Princess Hong Ling, I urge you to restrain yourself. The matters of my father and mother are not for you to comment on!"
"Just focus on yourself!"
With that, she turned away coldly, leaving as Princess Hong Ling's face alternated between green and red.
Only when she had gone did Princess Hong Ling snap out of it.
She stomped her foot in frustration, wondering why she was yet again subdued by her niece's aura.
No!
It absolutely couldn't happen again!
If there was a next time, she must turn the tables.
After a short break, the evening banquet officially began.
