"It's winter. Aren't you cold dressed like this?"
Su Ying's words caused the hall to fall into a deathly silence.
The beauty's face instantly turned as pale as paper.
Of course, Su Ying could sense the change in the atmosphere. She merely raised her eyebrows slightly, as if waiting for the beauty's reply.
The beauty was already trembling in fear, and even her own father didn't dare to step out at a time like this and put himself in the Empress's line of fire. Just as everyone thought that Su Ying was preparing to use this innocent beauty as a warning, a figure stepped out.
"Your Imperial Highness, please calm down. This young lady is dressed like this only to liven up the mood by dancing for Your Majesty and Your Imperial Highness. Why is Your Imperial Highness making things difficult for her?" Chu Min stepped forward. His face was smiling, but there was no smile in his eyes.
