The room suddenly felt like it had fallen into a deep pit, going silent.
"Do you know what you're doing?" A cold voice sounded.
Earlier outside, it was inconvenient to vent his anger directly, but now the environment was just right.
She wasn't foolish enough to admit anything, fidgeting with the hem of her dress: "What..."
He listed her offenses one by one:
"First, you ran to a military restricted area without permission. Second, disregarding your status, you played the piano to entertain others. Third, you ignored your health and kept dancing until your heart condition flared up and you died right on the dance floor. Are you trying to be the most laughable royal family member in history with such a death?"
She felt somewhat embarrassed, biting her still pale lips as she turned over and got out of bed: "It's not that serious. I won't bring shame to you, I'm going back now."
