Nan Xueyin merely sneered.
She was beautiful, yet she wore a perpetually cold expression. Her gaze was sharp, carrying an oppressive weight.
Princess Yongying was overwhelmed, but as the daughter of a prince, she felt compelled to maintain her composure, even if it were forced. She puffed out her chest. "What? Did I say something wrong? It’s true! Who knows where you got this leopard and brought it here to raise? If it bit me today, wouldn't it bite my Brother Crown Prince tomorrow?"
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