Yan Lingzhen checked the pulse expressionlessly, and only after confirming that Yan Wanqing had merely fainted from excessive sorrow did she let out a sigh of relief.
"I would trouble the Crown Prince to have my sister sent to my tent," she said to Xiao Pingfeng, without a shred of mercy. "This place, my sister finds dirty."
Xiao Pingfeng's breath hitched.
"Xiaoliu..."
Yan Lingzhen spoke earnestly, "Being drunk is merely a man's excuse, the true circumstances the Crown Prince is well aware of."
By then, Yan Hongzhao, who had heard the news, also walked in from outside.
Seeing Yan Wanqing unconscious on the couch, she immediately stepped forward, her normally valiant face now clouded with gloom.
"I would trouble the Crown Prince to step aside." Her words were totally devoid of courtesy.
Yan Hongzhao bent down to lift up her sister, her shoulder not avoiding collision as she directly bumped into Xiao Pingfeng, then left without looking back.
