Princess Yunhua bit her lower lip tightly. Du Yunluo, with her sharp eyes, noticed a bead of red blood on the Princess's lip, yet the Princess seemed completely oblivious.
The blue porcelain tea cup in her hand was gripped tightly, and Princess Yunhua's knuckles turned white. If her strength were any greater, she might have shattered the cup.
Suiyu, seeing her like this, hung her head, afraid to speak, her heart fluttering, wondering whom the Princess might hurl the cup at.
Princess Yunhua glanced at Du Yunluo before looking at Princess Nanyan. Astonishment, anger, unwillingness, and doubt swirled in her eyes, her body trembling slightly. After a long while, she said, "I'm tired, you should leave first. It's about time to prepare to return to the palace."
Her tone was steady, and if not for the blood on Princess Yunhua's teeth, no one would have guessed how much rage she was stifling.
