Yan Weiyang chuckled softly, appearing both gracious and tactful.
"It's nothing."
Lan Yiliu hurried over to her side, hugging her arm affectionately, and said, "Weiyang, you really are too nice."
"Of course, Weiyang is Lady Lingyi's daughter, how could she not be?"
"She's beautiful and can act. Clearly, she could rely on her looks, so why rely on talent?"
"Weiyang is a true white-rich-beautiful; how could such a perfect person find a husband? What kind of man in this world could deserve you?"
Several girls around kept flattering her incessantly.
The current political situation was clear, with the Yan Family holding supreme power. Everyone was eager to curry favor with the Yan Family, wishing to cling to this ship.
Yan Weiyang maintained her serene expression, though she felt a bit proud inside.
"You're exaggerating. I'm not that great. Acting is just a hobby for me."
