Wu Yuemei's steps halted, and she stood frozen as if struck by lightning.
When she regained her composure, Wu Yuemei hurriedly turned to the noblewoman beside her and asked,
"Yuexin, Xuan Yao, do you know something? Is the Princely Heir mentioned by the storyteller my son?"
Wu Yuemei's hands were tightly clasped together, her knuckles turning slightly white.
Upon being questioned by Wu Yuemei, the several noblewomen's expressions turned even more troubled, unsure of how to respond.
On their way here, they had tried to avoid places with idle gossip as much as possible. Passing by the teahouse by chance, they thought it was uneventful. How could they have expected to encounter a storyteller mentioning the Princely Heir?
This made them feel helpless,
and they couldn't help but feel a spurt of anger towards the storyteller on stage.
But right now, dealing with that storyteller was secondary.
How should they respond to Wu Yuemei now?
