Smack!
Yaoyao slapped the table, making the jade teacup on it wobble. Fortunately, no tea spilled.
"Talking about me behind my back? I'll pound him into the ground!" Yaoyao said.
Meng Chuan drew his gaze away from the unharmed teacup and said unhurriedly:
"Strictly speaking, he wasn't talking about you. He was just curious about your past."
Yaoyao shot Meng Chuan a displeased look. "Uncle Ling, whose side are you on?"
"I'm on the side of truth."
"I am the truth!" Yaoyao raised her voice.
You're so overbearing. Whatever you say goes.
"If he wanted to know something, couldn't he just ask me?" Yaoyao couldn't understand it. "If he came and asked, would I really refuse to tell him?"
"Going behind my back to gossip about me—he clearly doesn't take me seriously."
"Well, is there perhaps a chance—and I'm only saying perhaps, not definitely," Meng Chuan said,
"that if he asked you, you wouldn't tell him?"
"Besides, if you want to give him a beating, you can just do it. You don't need so many excuses."
"I'm sure he's used to it by now, and he can't resist you anyway."
"..."
Yaoyao no longer wanted to talk to Meng Chuan. He was always pulling the rug out from under her, insisting on saying things aloud instead of playing dumb for once.
"Ouyang Feng, come here. You tell me who's in the wrong this time," Yaoyao called to a toad not far away.
The toad named Ouyang Feng trembled as he hopped over to Meng Chuan and Yaoyao.
"Of course Chu Feng was in the wrong!" Ouyang Feng answered without a moment's hesitation.
"Gossiping about the Princess behind her back? He deserves a good beating. What the Princess is doing is an act of justice!"
Yaoyao nodded in satisfaction and glanced