Feng Yun was completely oblivious to the events transpiring among the male guests.
She sat down in earnest and conversed with Yang Lingxiang.
Yang Lingxiang was clearly guarded with her.
A smile tinged with awkwardness adorned her face.
Feng Yun watched as surprise and tension continually surfaced on her face, and she too smiled, her smile serene and unhurried.
In her past life, she, like Yang Sanniang, wore her emotions on her face, utterly clueless about how to deal with sudden situations...
After all, she was someone who had died once before.
Her heart was so calm that even she herself was surprised.
"Did Sanniang have a dispute with the Marchioness of Xuanping?"
Her abrupt question, inserted amidst the small talk about household matters with Yang Sanniang, caused her to stiffen, sitting up straight immediately.
"This concubine... this concubine does not know the Marchioness. Why would the Princess ask me such a question?"