As Princess Chaoyang asked her question, many young ladies turned to look in their direction, seemingly oblivious to their gazes. Yuan Zhao nodded.

"yes!"

"If a woman commits one of the seven grounds for divorce, a man can divorce her. Why then, when a man mistreats a woman, can a woman not retaliate?"

She was gambling, gambling on Princess Chaoyang's temperament.

Sure enough, upon hearing this, Princess Chaoyang's eyes lit up and she immediately smiled.

"Well said."

"Your ex-husband is useless to you, you might as well divorce him."

Her voice was quite loud, and many young ladies looked over in her direction.

Her governess whispered a reminder from the side:

"Princess..."

Princess Chaoyang waved her hand impatiently: "I know."

As she spoke, she looked at Yuan Zhao:

"I quite like your personality. Let's keep in touch more often in the future."

In the vast capital city, there weren't many people she could fancy.

She felt that those women from aristocratic families were too dull, spending all their time adhering to the three obediences and four virtues, and following strict etiquette rules, which was utterly boring.

She finally met Yuan Zhao, and she found him extremely interesting.

Do you know how to play pitch-pot?

Let's play pitch-pot!

Princess Chaoyang spoke.

"Won't."

Yuan Zhao said.

"Come, come, come, I'll teach you."

Princess Chaoyang became interested and pulled her over to play with the group of noble ladies.

After a short while, a gasp of surprise came from the noble lady's side. The reason was simple: Yuan Zhao was unerring in his aim, even more so than Princess Chaoyang.

While playing the pitch-pot game, Yuan Zhao carefully observed Princess Chaoyang's expression. Seeing that she was genuinely not displeased, he then began to throw the pot with peace of mind.

"You're amazing! You really couldn't do this before?"

Seeing that Yuan Zhao was more capable than herself, Princess Chaoyang was not displeased at all; on the contrary, she was quite pleased.

"I really don't know how, but my father often taught me archery when I was a child."

That's much harder than pitch-pot.

Upon hearing this, Princess Chaoyang's eyes lit up:

"Oh right, how could I forget that you are the daughter of General Yuan?"

"Then you must be skilled in martial arts. Come on, let's have a spar."

Upon hearing this, the two maids beside Princess Chaoyang immediately stepped forward and whispered something to her, undoubtedly some instructions from the eldest princess.

Princess Chaoyang was somewhat dissatisfied, but in the end she agreed.

Taking advantage of the maid's inattention, she whispered to Yuan Zhao:

"Next time, next time I'll come to your house to find you, and we'll have a secret competition."

“My mother doesn’t let me do these things at home.”

Princess Chaoyang looked very depressed.

Yuan Zhao couldn't help but nod with a smile. After getting to know Princess Chaoyang, she found that Princess Chaoyang was kind-hearted and she really liked her.

As the two were talking, a maid came to announce that the Crown Prince and the Second Prince had arrived, saying they had brought her gifts.

Princess Chaoyang then went ahead.

As soon as Princess Chaoyang left, the noble ladies went off in twos and threes to find places to talk, and no one spoke to Yuan Zhao.

What she did was so daring that ordinary people wouldn't even dare to think about it.

It is estimated that before they came, each family had told them to have less contact with Yuan Zhao to avoid being led astray. After all, nowadays, women are expected to be obedient to the emperor and follow the four virtues, and Yuan Zhao's actions were clearly against the will of the people.

If her father weren't Yuan's father, she probably would have been subjected to all sorts of abuse.

Yuan Zhao didn't feel embarrassed that no one wanted to play with him.

She was a little tired, so she took Wenfeng and Linglong to find a place to rest.

The backyard of the Princess's residence was very large, and Yuan Zhao found a quiet place to sit down.

"Miss, the weather is changing. I'll go get you a cloak."

Linglong spoke up.

Yuan Zhao nodded.

She closed her eyes, preparing to rest for a while, when she suddenly heard footsteps approaching.

She frowned, about to speak to indicate that someone was there, when a deep male voice rang out:

"Is the medicine ready?"