Princess Qingyang, hiding and spying from the shadows: "..."
'Is this what it feels like to be backstabbed by the person you trust most? I love it.'
In her bewildered state, she thought she saw Shen Yanchuan glance in her direction. Guilt-ridden, she immediately went rigid, trying her utmost to hide completely behind the tree trunk and leave no trace of her presence.
Finally, Shen Yanchuan looked away, and the faint, oppressive feeling at last dissipated.
Princess Qingyang nearly burst into tears. 'My life isn't easy, you know!? How could I possibly be the kind of person who's just after a bite of roast venison? I did this—completely! purely!—to create an opportunity for my brother!'
But clearly, Shen Yanchuan did not appreciate the gesture.
He nodded earnestly. "She is rather fond of it."
Princess Qingyang closed her eyes. 'My soul has left my body. My reputation is in ruins.'
But no one cared.
