Jiang Ling merely cast a glance at Murong Dun, as a lieutenant general working for the imperial family, yet he acted as if he hadn't seen the prince, turned around to look at Jiang Lai, and pointed at the hairpin on her head, asking.
"Why aren't you wearing the hairpin I gave you?"
"It's too small. Next time, give me a larger gemstone."
"Sister doesn't know my salary in the army. I've saved up three years' worth and bought you a hairpin, yet you still think it's small. I suppose it takes a wealthier family to accommodate such a delicate flower as you."
These words were quite unsettling.
After all, everyone knew Prince Pingyin was impoverished, so wasn't he just trying to stir up trouble between Jiang Lai and Murong Dun?
Sure enough, Murong Dun's expression changed.
Jiang Lai leaned beside Murong Dun unmoved, calmly saying.
