Between two nations, it is nothing but a contest of rivalry, each swearing to establish superiority and then suppressing the other openly and covertly. These tactics, Yan Wanqing had long been intimately familiar with. At this moment, sitting at the banquet, listening to the two kings exchanging words like opposing needles, she could hardly resist the urge to yawn.
But under the watchful eyes of the crowd, she could not yawn, so she could only pinch the flesh on her thigh with her hand, pinching until her eyes were watery with tears.
"What is wrong with the Crown Princess Consort?" suddenly Princess Wuyang asked her own question with a puzzled look.
Yan Wanqing's red lips slightly curled up, showing a smile that could captivate all, and she naturally took out a handkerchief to dab at the corner of her eyes, "The Crown Prince and the King of Chu spoke so well that I, a mere woman, was deeply touched, and I've made a fool of myself in front of everyone."
