"Princess Nineteen, what breeze blew you over today?" Zhao Qingyun seemed rather unhappy to see Mo Fengyang's arrival.
"Aren't you here as well?" Mo Fengyang offered a hollow laugh and did not give her a welcoming face.
Qu Tan'er joined the fray, offering Mo Fengyang a forced smile as well, but didn't stand to greet her, politely inquiring, "Princess Nineteen, may I ask what brings you to Eighth Prince Manor?" She was like a jinx; her presence never boded well.
"To watch the drama," Mo Fengyang replied bluntly.
"Then you've arrived just in time; the show has just begun and is about to reach its climax. Come on, Jing Xin, bring a chair for the princess!" Qu Tan'er was gleeful, short of clapping her hands in welcome for Mo Fengyang's arrival. She paused for a moment and then continued, "How about some snacks, some sunflower seeds, and a cup of tea to enjoy the show at your leisure?"
