Feng Fuce was just about to say sothing.
Suddenly, a scream rang out nearby.
Everyone at the entrance of the Imperial Mansion looked up in that direction.
They saw Song Qingying holding an Immortal Statue, seemingly slipping on sothing.
Seeing that she was about to fall, she was suddenly grabbed by the waist by a luxuriously dressed man standing next to her.
She managed to steady herself, and the statue in her hands was saved as a result.
The crowd had mixed reactions.
Bai Zhi’er heard Song Qingrui beside her exclaim in surprise, "Sister, are you alright!"
She ran over to Song Qingying’s side.
After steadying herself, Song Qingying imdiately bowed to the well-dressed man.
"Thank you, Brother Ming Yang, for the rescue."
Song Qingrui heard her call him that and couldn’t help but frown slightly.
The Heir Ming Yang had a calm expression, his gaze not fixed on either of them.
"Since you two sisters are here for the banquet, be careful and don’t cause any trouble."
He knew Song Qingrui’s personality and that she was prone to causing mischief, so he admonished her.
Song Qingying quickly lowered her head, showing sincere remorse.
"I’m sorry, Brother, it won’t happen again."
Song Qingrui hadn’t done anything, yet she was reproached.
She was sowhat baffled, "I..."
However, the Heir Ming Yang stepped forward, "I need to attend to other guests, please head inside first."
He left without turning back.
Bai Zhi’er watched Heir Ming Yang treating Song Qingrui and Song Qingying in such a manner.
She silently shook her head.
Feng Fuce lowered his gaze, "What is it? Did you notice sothing again?"
Bai Zhi’er’s pretty face was lively and spirited.
She whispered, "I didn’t notice anything, but I have seen through Song Qingrui’s unrequited love."
The Heir Ming Yang is not interested in her at all!
Poor her, wishful thinking, having made so many preparations.
Even dressed up so beautifully today, the Heir Ming Yang didn’t even take an extra look.
Over there, Song Qingying looked towards Song Qingrui and explained, "Sister, you’re not mad, are you?"
Song Qingrui looked at the Heir Ming Yang’s back, sowhat perplexed.
Upon hearing this, she turned back, "Of course not, why would I be?"
Song Qingying gently said, "Because the Heir Ming Yang hugged publicly, I feared you might misunderstand."
"You’ve always cared so much for him, but just now the situation was sudden, without his intervention, the statue in my hand would’ve shattered."
Song Qingrui didn’t care about this matter at all.
She waved it off, "Luckily, you weren’t injured, sister, but why did you call him brother just now?"
Song Qingrui rembered that Song Qingying was always like a lofty flower.
Always maintaining a gentle but distant deanor towards everyone.
Even towards the handso, well-bred young Heir Ming Yang, she was unmoved.
Yet, just now, Song Qingrui thought that Song Qingying’s tone when calling him brother seed particularly affectionate.
Logically, they hadn’t been close, how could she call the Heir Ming Yang brother just like her?
Song Qingying explained with a smile, "I almost fell just now, I was flustered and didn’t think clearly before calling out wrongly."
"Moreover, he is our brother, if he saved and I called him Heir, it might seem distant, and upset him."
Song Qingrui still felt it was odd.
But Song Qingying handed the statue to a servant, then kindly took her arm.
"Alright, sister, the banquet is about to start, let’s go in and pay respects to the Princess Consort."
They entered the Imperial Mansion together, Song Qingrui didn’t forget Bai Zhi’er.
She turned her head and called out, "Sister Jing, co with , I’ll take you to see my grandmother."
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