"Perhaps," Li Xueyue finally said.
In an instant, everyone's attention latched onto her—like mosquitoes on flesh. It was almost comical that these women were attempting to insult her. Her thick skin was too tough to be cut by their words.
"You have trauma after the Crown Prince kicked you out from this estate yesterday," Li Xueyue commented.
She placed a hand upon her chest as her brows came together in worry. Her eyes softened and she nodded in understanding.
Li Xueyue watched in satisfaction as Xu Jiaqi stiffened, her eyes snapping upwards.
"N-no, the Crown Prince doesn't frighten me—"
Li Xueyue offered the quivering woman a gentle, sympathetic smile. "Then, were you worried about people finding out that you were here last night even though you weren't summoned?" she added on.
Xu Jiaqi's throat went dry at Li Xueyue's words. Truthfully, she wasn't scared of anything.
