Shen Qingyan rested her head on Xuanyuan Ming's shoulder, her hand tucked into the crook of his arm. Her tone mirrored that of Side Consort Qing exactly: "When it comes to the task of drinking on someone’s behalf, it is far more convenient for me to go. You wouldn't be able to help much even if you went, and you would only make things difficult for Your Highness. Besides, you wouldn't understand a word they’re saying; you would only be inviting humiliation upon yourself. I say this for your own good, sister." She spoke with deliberate mockery.
Side Consort Qing grew defiant. The more she was told not to go, the more she insisted. She smiled and replied relentlessly, "Sister, why does what you say sound as if you are deliberately targeting me? I just want to broaden my horizons, so why must you make it sound so unpleasant? Furthermore, I only need to stay by His Highness's side; why must you be so hurtful with your words? You say I wouldn't understand them, but do you, sister, truly understand them yourself?"
*Hmph*, so what if she is talented? She refused to believe that Shen Qingyan could understand the dialects of those yellow-haired, green-eyed foreigners.
Chapter 44