Zhan Lan followed her gaze and saw a woman dressed in green, her ink-black hair smooth as silk, at the entrance of Jinxiu Workshop.
She was speaking to Mu Yan, who in turn was smiling gently at her.
"Imperial Aunt, it is said that the girl's name is Qingcheng. She used to live in the same courtyard as Imperial Uncle. It is rumored that the Regent King treats her differently from other women..."
Bai Lu hadn't finished her sentence when suddenly she felt a sharp pain in her neck, nearly choking.
Zhan Lan's expression was frigid as she grabbed Bai Lu by the neck, saying, "What does the business of others have to do with you? If you, a gossiping woman, continue to spread chaos, I will cut out your tongue!"
Bai Lu's cheeks reddened from Zhan Lan's grip, and her maidservant, terrified, immediately knelt down to beg Zhan Lan for mercy.
"Princess, please spare the young lady! She is to be married in a few days; she shouldn't have bruises on her neck!"