The moment Nalan Yanran spoke, the atmosphere in the hall grew subtly charged.
She stared at Fan Tian, complicated emotions churning in her beautiful eyes.
There was surprise, wariness, anger, and a trace of resistance that even she could not explain.
Yesterday, at the Jia Ma Imperial Family's palace, this man had made such an offensive demand to her face. Today, he sat openly in the Nalan Family's hall, while her own master seemed to trust him deeply.
"Yanran, mind your manners."
Nalan Su admonished her in a low voice, cold sweat beading on his forehead.
Although he knew nothing of Fan Tian's background, the unusual regard the Eldest Princess and Yun Yun showed him made it clear that he was no ordinary figure. How could he dare let his daughter offend him?
Fan Tian paid it no mind. He lifted his teacup and took a sip, his gaze passing through the curling steam to settle on Nalan Yanran.
The young woman wore a moon-white martial outfit, a sword hanging at her waist and her long hair tied in a high ponytail. A touch of stubbornness showed through her valiant bearing.
Compared with her sharp presence in the Imperial Hall yesterday, she looked somewhat haggard today. Clearly, she had spent another entire day rushing about over Nalan Jie's illness.
"Miss Nalan, we meet again." Fan Tian set down his teacup, his tone casual. "Do you still want your grandfather's Brand Poison treated?"
Nalan Yanran pressed her lips together and suppressed her tangled emotions rather than making a scene.
Of course she knew how serious her grandfather's condition was. Precisely because she knew, she had no choice but to swallow her displeasure.
She turned to Yun Yun.
Yet her master's eyes were lowered, her slender fingers unconsciously stroking the rim of