Yu Yinglei's eyes shifted, and she said with lowered gaze, "Is it so impossible to see the Commandery Princess?"
Her voice was soft and weak, sounding quite pitiable.
Miao Zhu gave a dry laugh and leaned forward, "What are you talking about, Princess Xian? I don't understand. Our Commandery Princess is very busy at the moment and truly has no time to meet with you."
Yu Yinglei's hand, hidden in her sleeve, moved the concealed hairpin. If Leng Yu Yan, that shrinking turtle, didn't come out, how could she make her move?
Miao Zhu stood straight again and demanded of the servants nearby, "Why don't you take her out quickly?"
The servants agreed and began to drag Yu Yinglei toward the main gate.
Yu Yinglei hadn't expected that Leng Yu Yan's maid would actually be so rough with her. She struggled and questioned, "You brazen maid, if you won't even send a message, then why are you handling me, a Princess, like this?"
