Qing'er's Sense

Bai Xiao accompanied Princess Xian in the courtyard. After holding back her anger for so long, Madame Yang finally returned to his own courtyard.

Throw away anything you can throw away.

"What great methods. She made her parents submit to her, and now even the imperial concubine dotes on her. She's just a country bumpkin, so what makes her worth it?"

Lotus followed in, almost getting hit on the feet by the vase that Madame Yang threw, carefully avoiding it.

"Madame, please calm down."

"Tell me, my father is a sixth rank Minister of the imperial court. He was born many times better than her. How is it that she stands above me?" "Listen to the words of the princess consort just now. She forced me to do this for that slut."

"I am the direct descendent of a sixth rank official. I actually have to lower my head and admit my wrongs to a lowly person. Why?"

The more Madame Yang thought about it, the more she felt wronged.