Feng Yexuan paid no mind to the lively scene below.
He sat quietly on a chair, holding a cup and drinking in silence.
Occasionally, a gentle evening breeze would stir a strand of hair at his temples, his ethereal appearance easily captivating the ladies below.
He was at the heart of the excitement, and all the revelry was for him.
Yet, Prince Xuan seemed utterly indifferent, as if none of the surrounding beauties could catch his eye.
His cold detachment made everyone suspect he might stand up and leave at any moment.
But instead, he drank alone, quietly.
He showed no intention of departing.
It was truly peculiar.
For whom was he staying in this place that clearly held no interest for him?
"Xiao Qi, are you implying that Sister Huaiyu is as lowly as a singer or dancer?"
Chu Feixue had always disliked Chu Qianli. With her grandfather absent and the Prince unwilling to intervene, this was the perfect opportunity to humiliate Chu Qianli.
Chu Huaiyu held the wine bottle, her face deathly pale.
Despite the immense grievance and humiliation, she remained silent.
Her patient and gentle demeanor was truly heart-wrenching.
Chu Hongtao was furious, glaring at Chu Qianli. "You insult Huaiyu like this! With such character, how can she be worthy of the noble and peerless Prince Xuan?"
"So, does the Grand Tutor mean that Chu Huaiyu is worthy?"
Chu Qianli sneered. This fox's tail was truly unable to be hidden.
Although Chu Hongtao meant exactly that, he couldn't say it openly.
He said angrily, "I am your father! How dare you speak to me in such a tone!"
But unfortunately, Chu Qianli paid him no heed.
She yawned lazily, bored. "If you hadn't spoken, I would have truly thought you were just Chu Huaiyu's father."
"You..."
"Also," Chu Qianli's gaze now fell on Chu Feixue. "Why do you think singers and dancers are so lowly?"
Chu Feixue let out a cold snort, mimicking her tone. "Do you think singers and dancers are as noble as you?"
"Ha..." The ladies around them burst into laughter.
The musicians and dancers, however, lowered their heads, their eyes dim.
In the eyes of these young lords and ladies, they were indeed lowly and base.
But not everyone could choose their birth.
They were born poor, and to not fall into the world of courtesans, merely being singers or dancers was already considered fortunate.
The smile on Chu Qianli's lips slowly faded.
She looked at Chu Feixue, her eyes gradually turning icy.
Chu Feixue had never seen this fool with such a cold and sharp gaze.
Being stared at like that sent a chill down her spine, and her body seemed to gradually cool.
Chu Feixue said angrily, "Why are you glaring at me? Did I say something wrong?"
What was the meaning of that look?
With so many people present, even Prince Xuan was here, could this slut Chu Qianli dare to lay a hand on her?
She wasn't afraid of her!
Chu Qianli did not make a move, but said coldly, "What's wrong with singers and dancers? They earn their living with their own hands, not by selling their bodies. What makes them lowly?"
"As for you, if you weren't the daughter of the Duke's mansion, with your looks, you would struggle to even support yourself."
Chu Qianli withdrew her gaze, a look of mockery on her face. "If you were born into the same family as them, with your ignorance and laziness, you would likely have become a woman of the night by now."