"Sister, what did you just say? What happened to you? Did you catch a cold? Here, wear this mink fur," Yuan Yingying spoke hurriedly.
Suddenly, the noble woman's expression became ice-cold. "There is no need." She then looked at Yuan Yingying, hesitation flickering in her eyes for a moment before she said in a deep voice, "You shouldn't breathe even a word of what he told you. Otherwise, don't blame me for being too ruthless!"
Yuan Yingying didn't understand why her sister was angry, but it was clear that she had somehow unknowingly offended her, so she repeatedly nodded and said, "Sister, I won't tell anyone about it."
"You should behave yourself better!" the noble woman replied coldly, then went to her tent angrily. As she passed by Su Yu's tent along the way, she gave him a meaningful look.
