"I'm not learning anymore! It's just getting married—why does it feel even more exhausting than fighting a war?!"
Vivian had been studying for half a month already, yet she still had not mastered all the etiquette. At last, she lost her patience.
Vivian waved her hand and plopped down beside Vivia.
"Big Sister, don't be angry. Have some sweet fruit. Actually, you've improved a lot compared to half a month ago. If you work a little harder, you'll definitely master all the etiquette before the wedding."
Vivia patted Vivian's back, took out a sweet fruit, and handed it to her.
"Chomp! You're only saying that because it's easy for you. You learned everything in just three days, so of course you aren't tired."
Vivian took a huge bite of the sweet fruit, rolled her eyes at Vivia, and replied irritably.
"But Big Sister, you only get married once in your life. Do you really want to leave yourself with regrets?"
Vivia did not get angry at her words. Instead, she took Vivian's hand and gently persuaded her.
Upon hearing Vivia's words, Vivian's willow-like brows immediately furrowed. Her ruby-red eyes darted around, and she suddenly revealed a sly, fox-like smile.
Vivian nudged Vivia with her elbow, leaned close to her ear, and whispered, "Actually, I think I've been doing pretty well. The main problem is that you've done too well, Little Sister, so I end up looking a little clumsy. How about you deliberately perform a little worse? Then I won't seem so bad, right?"
"..." Vivia.
Knock!
As soon as Vivian finished speaking, a finger suddenly appeared and rapped her on the head.
"Ow! Who was that? Who dared to sneak attack this young lady?!"
Vivian clutched the spot that had been struck and cried out indignantly.
"Greetings, Your Majesty!"