"..."
Hua Rong coldly observed that everyone present was unanimously against her.
Then--
"Cough cough cough"
Hua Rong coughed a few times, then said in a weak voice, "I've recently caught a cold, which is why I always wear a veil. If..."
"Cough cough cough"
The actor, Jinghua Rong, coughed violently a few more times.
"If you ladies are not afraid of catching something from me, then I will remove my veil."
Wushuang frowned; Hua Rong's words were clearly a lie beyond redemption.
But not everyone present was intelligent.
"Then Miss Yuan Sun, you should still wear your veil."
"Yes, yes, your health is the most important thing."
"That's right, that's right, we'll talk about everything once Miss Yuan Sun is better."
Wushuang felt a tightness in her chest.
For a moment, Wushuang was speechless, not knowing what to say.
After a long while, he turned his head away from Hua Rong and said, "Ladies, you may admire the flowers in my Lingwang Mansion."
Only after saying this did Wushuang find a sense of nobility in being the master.
Is Yuan Huarong some kind of devil?
She experienced all the frustrations of her life.
Hua Rong stopped talking and sat upstairs watching the beautifully dressed young ladies below.
In an instant, the atmosphere in the flower hall seemed to become harmonious and joyful.
Not long after, a servant from the Prince Ling's residence rushed in with urgent news.
"Princess, the young master has invited many gentlemen to the manor to discuss poetry. I heard that you are hosting a banquet for the young ladies, so I asked you to come and ask if you would like to move to the front hall."
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