Zhang Lanyi frowned slightly as she looked at Yan Wanqing.
Given the Emperor's presence, it wasn't appropriate for her to speak directly.
Princess Anping had always been seen as frail, and if she should dance the sword today in front of such a large assembly, given the Emperor's suspicious nature, he would certainly act.
Zhang Lanyi was somewhat puzzled.
But she chose to do nothing and watched quietly.
Because she knew that every action Yan Wanqing took had been carefully considered, and if she intended to reveal herself, then she had at least a thousand ways to vindicate herself.
Thinking so, Zhang Lanyi turned her head to the nursemaid beside her and said,
"Go and bring me my Jinghong."
After Yan Wanqing tidied herself, her eyes curved in a sudden glance towards Li Chengyuan.
"Miss Li is exceptionally talented, a toast poem from her stirs the blood, bringing to mind scenes from past battles…"
