Zhang Nian's words elicited sneers from many of the noble ladies present.
Even Wang Keren, Miss Wang of the Wang Family, who usually got on well with her, frowned subtly.
Wang Keren had felt uncomfortable about Zhang Nian going to compete for the title of the Seventh Prince's consort yesterday.
Today, her sycophantic fawning over Li Chengyuan, being excessively obsequious, sparked some criticism from Wang Keren.
"Daughters of small families without rules or breeding who, after receiving the Emperor's personal seal, think they can mix with high society," Wang Keren thought scornfully.
The ladies of the Capital City were not to be trifled with, and Li Chengyuan's actions today were likely to have offended all of them.
Upon hearing Zhang Nian's remarks, Li Chengyuan showed a shy smile.
"Since everyone wishes to hear, Princess Yaochi will humbly comply."
Li Chengyuan stood up and recited several poems from her mind, each one meticulously crafted, to the astonishment of all.
