I Hold a Grudge More than She Does

"I wonder how Young Madam from the Yang Family came to suddenly find me here. Second Sister, are you going to see me?"

"Since he's already here, there's no reason for me not to see him."

As Feng Qingying spoke, he walked straight to the main hall, and Feng Qingru followed with quick steps.

Feng Qingyun called out to Xie Wanzhu in the main hall, and the two of them conversed casually.

Feng Qingying sized Xie Wanzhu up from afar and saw that he was dressed in orange-red luxurious clothes. He looked extremely noble and imposing, unlike the usual dignified young miss, who was instead extremely heroic.

Upon seeing Feng Qingying enter, Xie Wanzhu glared at her without restraint, stood up and blessed her with a perfunctory smile, "This subject greets consort."

Although it was a salute, his tone was not respectful at all. It was obvious that he did not place Feng Qingying in his eyes.