Before the two began their confrontation, Kan Ruifeng had servants bring over piping-hot little pastries.
Ever since Her Little Highness had entered the residence, pastries had been kept warming on the stove without interruption, ensuring that whenever she felt hungry or peckish, she would have soft, tender treats to eat.
Jiang Yingcheng was so blissfully occupied that she forgot to follow the drama for quite some time.
Besides, the argument between He Puyu and Cheng Yongyan was already entertaining enough.
One still insisted that his feelings had been deceived and wanted the other to honor the vows they had once sworn by the seas and mountains.
The other claimed that, while kept in the dark, he had spent vast sums on him, only to lose both his money and his lover-and be left with lifelong psychological scars to boot.
What was more...
Cheng Yongyan swept his gaze across the curious faces in the room, despair filling his eyes.
With so many people now knowing this story, not only had his psychological scars deepened, but the thousand taels he had donated to Lingji Nunnery had all gone to waste!
He had only just gone to Lingji Nunnery to redeem his IOU!
Cheng Yongyan glared at He Puyu, shaking all over with rage.
[Why are the uncles only using their mouths?] Jiang Yingcheng's gaze darted between the two, and she wished she could jump in herself and pour a bucket of hot oil onto the sparks between them. [Start fighting!]
Everyone: "..."
Why did Her Little Highness enjoy watching people fight so much?
But-
Their eyes burned with anticipation.
They wanted to see it too!
Why did these scholars only know how to argue?!
Throw a punch already!
Yet Cheng Yongyan was already so angry that he was panting, with no energy