“But there is no harp on the stage…” Yun Yan pretended to be worried and hesitant.
Jiang Jingyi frowned, about to speak, when his younger sister, Princess Yongle, spoke up, “Isn’t it just a harp? My mother happens to have one in her collection. Go and ask her, tell her that Princess Cheng’en wants to play the harp, and request her to lend us the instrument!”
The sarcasm in her tone was evident.
Princess Yongle glared fiercely at Yun Nian’s belly. This despicable woman had snatched her cousin away and, taking advantage of her pregnancy, forced her cousin to marry her. If it weren’t for her mother’s instructions not to cause trouble for Yun Nian, she would have already found someone to teach her a lesson!
Jiang Jingyi furrowed his brows and gave Yongle a warning look, but she coldly snorted, completely disregarding her brother’s warning.
Yun Nian could see it clearly; this princess had been enduring her for a long time. This cousin of Xiao Chengjun admired him.