Although her posture was humble, her words clearly implied that the Princess lacked insight and feared embarrassment, so the Queen had her accompany her to keep an eye on the Princess.
Yun Ya smiled faintly, calm and composed.
Sangque furrowed his brows even deeper, looking at the poised and noble young woman sitting on the sofa, then at Gan Wei'er, who was adorned flamboyantly as if afraid no one would notice her, his eyes were full of displeasure.
If she truly understood etiquette, how could she dress more formally than the Princess? The Princess hadn't even spoken, and she had already interrupted, shaking his head secretly.
"The journey is dull; this girl is just here to kill time. Please pardon her, Uncle Sangque," Yun Ya spoke with a smile, her gentle voice like the spring breeze of April, soothing to the heart.
"No problem," Sangque waved his hand dismissively, thinking that it was just a little girl, after all, not worth paying attention to.
