Nan Xueyin merely let out a cold laugh and said, "You want to be Princess Duan yourself, but you noticed the Prince getting close to Yan Zhirong, so you deliberately came to me to say these things. What, are you hoping I'll kill Yan Zhirong?"
Hua Lianying assumed a fragile posture. "Sister, that's not what I meant."
"Whether you did or not," Nan Xueyin stared at her, "I'll say it again: whether the Prince marries you or Yan Zhirong in the future has nothing to do with me, an assassin. Stop bothering me with these matters of romance; I have not the slightest interest in them."
Chapter 42