Inside Yi Yan's room, Yi Yan was sitting on a stool while staring at the teacup on the table.
"This servant greets the Madam," Yue Ran said, according to the etiquette of the palace.
Hearing Yue Ran's voice, Yi Yan finally came back to her senses and looked at Yue Ran, who was kneeling on the ground while greeting her. Even though she could not see the young girl's face due to her lowered head, her fair neck and elegant posture were all undeniably eye-catching.
It was no wonder that this young girl could catch the third prince's eye just with a glance.
But the more Yi Yan thought about it, the more uncomfortable she became.
"You can get up," Yi Yan replied coldly.
"This servant gives thanks to the Madam," Yue Ran said as she stood back up.
Looking at Yi Yan, who was obviously in the wrong mood tonight, Yue Ran thought about it, but she did not know how to speak, so she just stood quietly in place, looking as still and silent as the dead.
