Chapter 63: Each Sticks to Her Argumen (1/2)

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Translator: Storm in a Teacup

With all the people stunned, An Lingshan, staring at the smile on Rushuang’s face, couldn’t help feeling upset---have I missed something?

When she was lost in thought, Madam Zhang hurried forward before shouting in anger, “What nonsense are you talking about! Lingshan has just known there was an invitation sent by princess Mingxi. How is it possible that she has already received the invitation earlier?!” Madam Zhang glared at An Rushuang angrily.

Meeting her father’s eyes, An Lingshan, lowering her head, said in grievance, “Daddy... I really don’t know what elder sister was talking about, because I have never received any invitation...”

Trying her best to recall, An Lingshan still had no idea what mistakes she had made, thus comforting herself that An Rushuang might have had no choice but to tell a lie in emergency. She really wanted to see how An Rushuang would argue for herself when the lie was debunked.

Disgusting with An Lingshan’s affectation, Hong Yu retorted, “Since you have never received an invitation, or knew nothing about it, I have something to ask you. How did you know the there will be a party at the royal palace?”

Without being panic, An Lingshan answered with a smile, “It’s just a coincidence. I went to Liuxi Pavilion to visit elder sister and happened to see her maid. Since I dared not to bother elder sister without permission, I had to ask the maid whether sister was feeling well. It was from her that I got the news about the party.”

She continued after a sigh, “It was out of my expectation that elder sister actually detests me so much, even refusing to meet me.”

“Which maid was that well-informed? I really have no idea.”

An Rushuang sneered.

“Take the maid here! I need to know what happened on earth!” An Yipei echoed.

Before long, a maid clad in apricot dress was taken to the room, who, perhaps, having never experienced such a scene, was frightened to death. “Miss An,” she whispered in respect when seeing An Rushuang.

“Silver?! How dare you...” Hong Yu gazed at her, couldn’t help grinding her teeth once thinking of the past.

An Lingshan walked to An Yipei with a victory smile, “My father will do you justice. You can tell the truth without any concern.”

Responding submissively, Silver, catching a glimpse of An Rushuang every now and then, was speechless, perhaps, out of fear.

Upon seeing her in panic, An Yipei, getting angrier, took a deep breath before turning to stare at Silver. “Whatever I ask you, you must answer honestly!”

Silver, kneeling beside Zhao Xiaotao, kowtowed at once.

“Did Rushuang inform second miss of princess Mingxi’s invitation?”

He, greatly annoyed by the affair, came straight to the point.

Silver looked at An Rushuang, and then at An Lingshan anxiously before shaking her head. “No.”