She Became A Downfall Noble Lady

Ye Xinyan seemed wrapped in gold and silver from head to toe, even her boots adorned with colored beads. As Han Yanhui spoke with her, she was putting on an air of casual elegance, chatting and laughing with a passerby.

Only when the noise in front of Han Mansion’s gate subsided, followed by the sound of an old and thin voice, did she clasp her hands at the young man, turn her smile back toward them, gave a deep bow, and said, "I presume you must be Lord Prime Minister Han. I, the unenlightened one, have come overstepping my bounds without invitation, and I hope you can forgive my brashness. However, my admiration for Miss Han is by no means feigned."

Han Yanhui’s temples twitched a few times. Even with his granddaughter’s identity called out, this granddaughter of Ye Tang could still fully commit to the act; he wondered how she was raised.

He made a welcoming gesture, "Miss Ye, please come into the mansion to talk." It seemed better to get her inside first before further discussion; otherwise, who knew what else she might say if left outside.

Ye Xinyan bowed again, smiling and modestly said, "Lord Prime Minister, after you."

Han Yanhui, smiling kindly, obliged and walked into Prime Minister’s Mansion first.

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Once everyone was through the gate and it closed behind them, Han Yanhui dropped his smile, stood with his hands clasped behind his back, and asked, "What exactly are you after, Miss Ye? Regarding the incident the other day, my granddaughter indeed made a mistake, but that mistake was merely speaking out of turn, and did not actually harm you in any way. Do you really intend to seek such extreme retribution as to endanger Sister Fang’s life?"

By then, Han Yanhui was convinced that Ye Xinyan knew about Jinrong’s intent to remarry the princess consort and that the chosen bride for Prince Yu was his granddaughter. That was why he appeared so confident and fearlessly pressured him this way.