Chu Nanli, fuming with anger, her expression grew cold as she looked towards Lin Fuying, "So, I'm accused of snatching clothes that the concubine favored? Is that what the concubine has told the Prince?"
Lin Fuying spoke softly and weakly, "Prince, it's not sister's fault, it's Yingying who couldn't secure the clothes she liked."
Hearing this, Ye Yunting frowned upon realizing that Lin Fuying was blaming herself, and he reassured her, "It's not your fault; you're just too generous."
Then, he vented his anger on Chu Nanli.
"A pheasant can never become a phoenix, even if I made an exception to allow you into the Prince Residence, you still can't shed your low-class demeanor! Humility, kindness—these virtues, I've never seen in you."
"In my opinion, even if you were to dress in fine silks, you still wouldn't radiate an ounce of nobility!"
Chu Nanli was practically seething with rage.
How heartbroken the original owner of this body must have been upon hearing these words.
