Long Yue's complexion became extremely unsightly, and Chai Qiao'er watched worriedly from the side, feeling puzzled about what exactly had happened.
She coolly said, "I understand, you may leave now!"
The servant bowed and retreated. Once he left, Long Yue returned to normal and continued her needlework, which further confused Chai Qiao'er.
But she didn't ask, knowing that if Long Yue wanted her to know, she would tell her.
Having been in Shengjing City for so many years, Chai Qiao'er was no longer the little village girl from Qingshui Village she once was.
When someone can come to the rapidly changing Capital City of Dazhou, experiencing the bustle and power struggles, her perspective naturally broadens greatly.
Some matters she should ask about, while others she should not; not knowing is sometimes simpler than knowing.
"Princess Consort, the Crown Prince has arrived!"
The Crown Prince?
