Princess East Shu lingered, her hands tucked into her sleeves as she gazed coolly at Sang Zhi.
Sang Zhi didn't look at her, walking straight to Ye Qianning's side instead.
Ye Qianning sensed the gaze and turned to look toward Princess East Shu. 'Gorgeous, but she has no noble air, only a sinister one. Although, speaking of sinister, her husband is even more so.'
She had made a point to observe him at the banquet. It was as if he practiced some kind of vicious, dark art; even his complexion looked a bit dull.
"So that's your aunt, huh?" Ye Qianning asked, tilting her head slightly.
"She is not," Sang Zhi replied.
"I didn't think you looked alike anyway." Ye Qianning shook her head and averted her gaze. "You should stay away from her from now on."
"Okay."
"Let's go."
Sang Zhi nodded, then turned and bent over the bench next to Nanxiang.
"..."
'Tsk, one is more proper than the next.'
