Long Yue suddenly stepped forward, her gaze locked onto the crowd below, where someone had just secretly drawn a dagger and lightly wiped it. Long Yue was certain that this person intended to cause trouble!
But today there were too many people at Tianxiang Pavillion, people crowded together, and as soon as Long Yue saw the person, they disappeared into the crowd.
Long Yue glanced around, confirming that the person had indeed vanished, and sat back down.
Anyway, as long as whoever gets killed has nothing to do with her.
She did not want to play the role of a Saintess; she came today to watch An Xiang's dance and cheer her on.
After all, the dress she was wearing was made by the Su Jinxiu Workshop, and if it became popular, the embroidery workshop would follow suit.
Long Yue held a small hot water bag in her hands, warming her hands and occasionally warming her lower abdomen, as today's weather was still chilly despite the arrival of spring.
