My mother was unsteady on her feet, and I supported her, but I couldn't feel any pity in my heart.
In my previous life, she had stormed into the room and slapped me across the face, and she didn't look the least bit like she couldn't walk. How come it was different for her precious little daughter?
I really wanted to see what would happen when she entered that courtyard. Would she give her little daughter a slap for the sake of the White family's reputation?
As soon as we entered the courtyard, I opened my eyes wide and watched the fascinating scene unfolding before me, almost laughing out loud.
The guards at the princess's mansion really did treat Edward as a lecher, pulling him out of bed with his clothes in disarray.
Chloe, for some unknown reason, gave him clothes to cover up, with her hair disheveled, trying to explain something to the guards.
This scene was so spectacular that everyone present should have been amazed and felt that the spring banquet was well worth it.
Chloe noticed a large group of people had arrived and immediately panicked.
Before she could say anything, I covered my heart with my hand, pretending to cry.