Yang Chengrong was still trying to persuade Long Xuanmo when she suddenly felt a light tug at her sleeve. Turning around, she saw Hua Ziyu gently shaking his head, which caused her expression to grow stern.
Even though Zhang Meixing was at fault, her crime did not warrant death!
Yet these princes and nobles were so quick to take her life, utterly disregarding the lives of common people. Just as my sister said—too arrogant.
Hua Ziyu understood that Yang Chengrong had misunderstood him, but he didn't explain. Instead, he looked meaningfully at Long Xuanmo and said, "Prince, Ms. Yang is well-known for her kindness and compassion, and she abhors killing. I ask you to please consider Ms. Yang's wishes and perhaps administer a severe warning instead of harsh punishment."
From a young age, my cousin has always kept his distance from women, especially those who are lovesick over him. And Zhang Meixing dared to drool over my cousin; no wonder my cousin is uncontrollably angry.
