Hua Yan turned around, annoyed, and said, "Do you really want to anger me into ruining the Prime Minister Zhao's birthday feast, make him ill from anger, and have all his students condemn me vociferously, replacing me as the Crown Princess Consort?"
"Even if that were the case, I would not call off the engagement, and you would not be replaced," Yun Chi's voice was steady, unshaken.
Hua Yan took a deep breath, then another, her frequent defeats only reinforcing her resolve as she laughed it off. Turning back to him, she looked up with a smile, "Fine, let's continue. What happened today before the banquet, whether it was declaring my affection for Lu Zhiling or pushing the Marquis of Wuwei's wife into the water at the Zhao Residence, was just trifling. The day is still young, and the sun is still high. I heard the Zhao Residence is eager to entertain, not letting guests leave until they are fully satisfied after dinner. Well then, Your Highness, just wait and see."
