Xiao Cui hurriedly served Madam Wang to rest.
"Princess Consort, you don't need to worry, Madam Situ's treatment is not as high as yours. The Prince still has feelings for you."
"Oh! How do you know?" Madam Wang, who was about to lie down, immediately straightened her back.
"Of course, anyone with eyes can see it. The Prince particularly dislikes Madam Situ. Princess Consort, think about it, today when you both entered the gate, she used a big white goose to replace the ritual for the wedding, how many guests laughed at her, but no one laughed at you. Isn't it obvious? The Prince respects you, so he doesn't want to humiliate you."
Madam Wang originally didn't think much of it, but after the maid explained, it seemed to make sense to her, and she was instantly happy: "Yes! I've been living in the Prince's Mansion for so long, spending every day and night with the Prince, he certainly has feelings for me. That little cheap person is nothing, nowhere near a match for me."