Xiao Changyi remained seated there, weaving the bamboo basket, and did not immediately call out. After a long while, he freed one hand and pointed at Li Wuyu, "You, get up."
"Thank you, Prince, Princess." Li Wuyu then respectfully rose and stood to one side.
Linghe, who was not called to rise, could only continue to kneel, her legs already sore and aching from standing at the entrance of the courtyard. Now, kneeling like this, her discomfort was matched only by the tight clench of her jaw.
Especially when she glimpsed An Jing, leisurely and utterly composed, sitting beside Xiao Changyi from the corner of her eye, she nearly bit through her own teeth in frustration. How could this country girl compare with her, a Commandery Princess!
An Jing's demeanor was indeed the epitome of ease, a faint smile on her face as she openly scrutinized Linghe and Li Wuyu without any hesitation.