Lin Yuan tugged at the corner of her mouth, somewhat speechless as she steadied her forehead with her hand, admitting to herself that today she had indeed intended to pull out the dagger to slap the faces of those who slandered her sisters for not returning things they picked up. But she had never really thought about letting her reputation as a shrew spread throughout the Capital city.
Now, it was too late to say anything. Her glorious achievement of wielding a knife to chop a table would surely echo throughout the entire Capital city once again.
The feast ended in an almost eerie atmosphere, and until the end of the banquet, no one dared to approach the Lin Yuan Sisters to say anything. Even Yao Zhilan, who had been incessantly blabbering about country bumpkins, had become meek, fearing being laughed at by Xiao Linshuang, who was several years younger.
