"Why can they ride over here while we have to walk?"
"Because you're from a lowly Third-class Country!"
Before Feng Yufei's words had faded, and before Qiu Gao could speak, a domineering and arrogant voice floated out from the first carriage.
Along with it came mocking laughter from others!
Mu Qingge's eyes cooled, and a thin layer of anger colored both Feng Yufei's and Zhao Nanxing's gaze.
The laughter grew louder and more reckless.
Mu Qingge and her companions' faces grew increasingly unpleasant.
This was the Imperial Palace of the Holy Yuan Empire. Which Second-class Country dared to be so arrogant here? Mu Qingge really wanted to see.
"Such noise! Your laughter is so unpleasant, it's torturing the ears of this Empress!" Suddenly, a haughty female voice stopped the mockery abruptly.
Upon hearing this voice, some of the chill in Mu Qingge's furrowed brows dissipated, and even a thin layer of smile colored her eyes.
