"Hehe, the Marchioness is right; our old lady is indeed the daughter of a military household!"
"Indeed, indeed!"
A chorus of agreement suddenly echoed throughout the hall, but the lady from the Zhengyang Marquis who spoke earlier was now blushing and cast her eyes down, not daring to say another word.
Yu Qingyi sensed something was off with the situation.
The behavior of the Marchioness was too unexpected, making her feel there must be something hidden beneath the surface.
And the lady from the Zhengyang Marquis was odd too.
Why would she, with no apparent reason or resentment, come out to belittle Yang Yunxue's background?
It couldn't just be for the sake of making herself uncomfortable, could it?
While Yu Qingyi was in the throes of her confusion, she suddenly felt an unusual gaze fixed upon her.
Acting on instinct, she looked up and, indeed, saw an attractive young lady on the opposite side looking at her.
