"I'll ask once more, have we met before?" Xiao Li casually brushed away Yun Youlian's hand, shifting his gaze back to Jing Xin's face and repeating the question he had just asked.
"Master, have we encountered someone with a mental issue?" Jing Xin tugged at Qu Tan'er's sleeve and whispered.
"I guess so," Qu Tan'er nodded in agreement, feeling the same.
"Master, it's getting late, we should head back."
"Yes, indeed we should leave."
Then, after speaking, Qu Tan'er hurriedly pulled Jing Xin to leave, but not before taking a moment to assume the Princess Consort's airs and tossing a sentence at Yun Youlian, "We'll take our leave first. Lady Yun, remember to always keep to your place and not casually flirt with men. Otherwise, if you tarnish the Prince's reputation, don't blame this Princess Consort for invoking the manor's laws to expel you from the Eighth Prince Manor." With that, she cast a cold glance at the beautiful man standing beside her.