Reaching a Consensus

Zhou Zhiruo was slightly taken aback when she heard this. She did not understand why Princess Minmin called her little sister so affectionately, but she politely invited them to sit in the nearby pavilion.

Cold sweat streamed down Li Changfeng's forehead. He transmitted, "Minmin! Didn't I say I would speak first? Why are you in such a hurry?"

Princess Minmin's face darkened as she transmitted, "Can't I change my mind?"

Li Changfeng wore a bitter smile. "You're far too willful!"

Princess Minmin fiercely pinched Li Changfeng's thigh, making his face turn blue with pain. He gritted his teeth and endured it.

Zhou Zhiruo immediately noticed the commotion. She bit her lip, feeling terribly miserable. Though she had long noticed what was going on between Princess Minmin and Li Changfeng and had prepared herself for it, she still could not accept it so quickly.

Li Changfeng also noticed Zhou Zhiruo's state and hurriedly wrapped an arm around her, comforting her. "Zhiruo! What's wrong?"

Princess Minmin was so furious that smoke nearly rose from her head, but she still forcibly held it in. Murong Zhan, standing nearby, turned ashen-faced. Afraid that Princess Minmin would vent her anger on him, he quickly pulled Xiao Qing away toward the side.

"Xiao Qing! Let's go play over there!"

Xiao Qing looked puzzled. Based on what he knew of Murong Zhan, something must have happened, so he let Murong Zhan pull him toward the nearby herb garden.

"What happened, Murong Zhan?"

"Isn't it obvious? Two women, one man—there's bound to be bloodshed! We should just watch silently from afar!"

Zhou Zhiruo forced a smile. "Brother Feng! I'm fine!"

Seeing her like this, Li Changfeng could not bring himself to say what he wanted to say. Princess Minmin's face turned livid, and she could only vent