Yang Lingxiang was startled.
Almost instinctively, she took a step back.
Coming back to her senses, she felt a cold sweat breaking out on her back.
Just now, the words "Prince of Yonghuai" had nearly slipped from her lips, and had Feng Yun not interrupted, she might have said even more...
Yang Lingxiang tensed inwardly and deeply bowed to Feng Yun.
"Your servant does not know the Princess of Yonghuai and has spoken nonsense, I hope the Princess will forgive me."
"Mistress Yang jests," Feng Yun glanced at the old woman, her tone neither light nor heavy, "Being wronged and uttering complaints is only right for Mistress Yang."
Yang Lingxiang did not expect her to defend her.
Startled, she glanced at the old woman and then awkwardly smiled.
"Your servant has no complaints against my cousin, it was my aunt who felt indignant on my behalf. She pitied me with a few words. I hope the Princess will not take it to heart..."
Upon hearing this, the old woman's heart trembled with fear.