After a brief shock, Marquis Xuanping's already flushed face turned even redder, as if blood might drip from it, his eyes fierce with rage and fury.
Yang Mengchen raised an eyebrow disdainfully at the two sisters, her cool voice exuding a sharp authority, "Having the gall to throw your weight around in my maternal home, you are quite bold indeed!"
"Prince… what is the princess talking about… we… don't understand…" Clenching her fists under the long sleeves, Lu Xiang tried her best to remain composed, yet the sharp aura and the intent to kill emanating from the seemingly calm and serene seated Yang Mengchen made her tremble with fright, her face flushing from red to pale as snow.
And Lu Mei slumped to the ground, her head almost buried in her chest, her whole body shaking like a sieve, filled with regret and despair.
