Yuan Huan was so pressured by her question that he broke out in a cold sweat.
Even though he always considered himself carefree, indulging freely in his stories, he knew there were certain things he couldn't recklessly discuss.
Especially when it involved people he couldn't afford to offend.
Yuan Huan swallowed his saliva, his tone tense, "The Princess holds a noble status, I dare not make careless comments."
Seeing that he had become so frightened that even his sitting posture stiffened, Qi Yu didn't press him further but chuckled lightly and said slowly, "It's just idle talk, Mr. Yuan, don't take it to heart."
Yuan Huan obediently nodded and responded.
He now finally understood what it felt like to 'accompany a monarch is like accompanying a tiger'; the feeling of not daring to misspeak in fear of offending someone was truly unpleasant.
