"It seems that Sister Princess Consort Ying doesn't plan to show me any face."
Kneeling, Princess Consort Ying couldn't help but swallow. Facing the imposing air of the Imperial Consort, she felt a bit fearful.
But no matter how afraid she was, she had to refuse. So, clutching the handkerchief tightly, she continued to speak with determination.
"Your Ladyship misunderstands me. How could I dare not to respect you? It's really because my abilities are lacking, and I'm afraid of botching the task and affecting Your Ladyship's reputation, which would be my fault."
Incompetent?
How bold of her to use this as an excuse.
Her father was the Assistant Minister of Rites, surely well-acquainted with formalities from a young age. How could she claim to shirk responsibilities for hosting a banquet?
There must be some reason behind it.
Thinking of this, Lin Guifei changed her aggressive attitude into a gentler tone, like a gentle breeze and a soft rain, and continued.
