Zhao Xi believed that rumors would stop at the wise. Time was the best way.
The more she did not want to talk about it, the more motivated people might be. The harem was scheming against each other. How could she not know. . . She just didn't have the time to clean up in America. There were many people who didn't like her. If she cleaned up one by one, it would be strange if she wasn't busy.
Seriously, she didn't know who spread the rumors at the beginning. Maybe she didn't express it clearly and made it seem like it was a misunderstanding.
If she really married that bastard Duanmu Ye, wouldn't she be slapping herself in the face?
But the next morning, the consort sent her a hot and distant letter.
Zhao Xi rubbed her forehead, "Why did you also come and cause trouble for me?"