After the awkward interaction with Zheng Liang in the morning, Yang Ning sighed in relief after he exited the chamber to give her some private space to get ready.
At least he is a gentleman in such situations.
Rather than questioning her about why she drank so much wine when they were supposed to drink it together or making her more embarrassed by asking why she was saying such nonsensical words in her drunken state last night, he left her alone in the chamber to allow her some privacy to change into new clothes and get ready for the parade.
It was a good thing he didn't pry much into all these things, otherwise, she would have died of embarrassment before dying by the sharpness of his sword.
"How can you so stupid Fang Li? How can you ask him to call you Fang Fang? Argh!" Yang Ning groaned in embarrassment and covered her face, feeling dreaded whenever she recalled the events of the last night.
