Not Even One

Pei Wanyue was unwilling, but the Crown Prince was the judge. He was the person who held her destiny. If she offended him, she would lose all hope. 

At that moment, she could only hold her head down, giving in to her fate.

Since Pei Wanyue had admitted fault, naturally, the rest did the same. 

Qi Huai took the lead and said while looking at Xie Qiao, "Young Lady Xie, I was rash about this. I'm sorry."

"You guys have limited worldly experiences, and you are childish. Indeed, I shouldn't hold a grudge against you all." Xie Qiao looked mysterious as she said in all seriousness, "A fault confessed is half redressed. Don't forget to send me the Painting Classics copies when you guys are done."

Qi Huai's eyelids twitch. "We're giving them to you?!"

"Are you not going to?" Xie Qiao frowned. "Your Highness, I'm the most humiliated party. If they don't give me the copies, how would I know if they're sincere about their apology?"