Princess Qinyang jumped and whipped her head around. "You don't make a sound when you walk!"
A half-smile played on Shen Yanchuan's lips. "Did I interrupt you talking bad about me behind my back?"
Princess Qinyang choked on her words and muttered under her breath, "...I only said a couple of things. Must you be so sensitive? I used to say things to your face and you never reacted like this..."
Her personality was fiery and willful, and she wasn't afraid to confront even a Prince or Princess. But for some reason, when it came to Shen Yanchuan, she always felt a little intimidated.
The world said the Heir of Duke Dingbei was cold and refined, but she always felt an invisible, inexplicably powerful aura around him.
Besides, she was truly in the wrong this time, which left her with no room to argue.
Ye Chutang curtsied. "Greetings, Princely Heir."
Shen Yanchuan's gaze lingered on her face for a moment, his mind recalling what Lian Zhou had told him that morning.
