Li Chengyuan exerted great effort, knocked out four young ladies, and stuffed them into an abandoned house. Then, she locked the door and swaggered out.
The Seventh Prince's selection ceremony for a consort had officially begun.
Noble daughters had already begun to exhibit their talents onstage.
Zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting—choose one, but the focus must be on "elegance." It was neither too difficult nor too simple to pinpoint the profound essence that would gain the admiration of the distinguished guests, yet it required much effort.
Yan Wanqing had not the slightest interest in it.
She simply treated it as if she were watching a song and dance performance.
But who would have thought that someone wouldn't let her off the hook?
Seeing the palace attendant in charge of the roster in a flustered rush, she raised her eyebrows.
Zhang Lanyi opened the roster and, quite by chance, the last position had been added with Yan Wanqing's name.
