However, Yuan Qingling only drank millet porridge and did not eat osmanthus cake. She usually does not eat sweet things in the morning.
The sweet-scented osmanthus cake was brought up just like this and hung there, untouched.
After drinking the millet porridge, Yuan Qingling stood up and said: "Second Madam, I'm sorry!"
The second old lady said kindly, "Go quickly, your father is waiting for you."
Yuan Qingling nodded and walked out.
As soon as she walked out of the door, she heard Luan's sarcastic voice, "Why are you showing off your prestige? It's not like I don't know what her situation is like in the palace. Without the support from our palace, she might not even be able to drink millet porridge."
I have heard about it. The prince beat and scolded her. Did you see her forehead? There are still wounds. They must have been beaten by Prince Chu. It has been a year since the marriage and the marriage has not been consummated.
, and I’m not afraid of people laughing at me either.”
Yuan Lunwen's daughter-in-law Cui Shi said: "I heard that the marriage was consummated. However, I heard that it was due to pressure from the Queen Mother that King Chu took medicine to consummate the marriage. It shows that King Chu is really not interested in her."
"Okay, stop talking. It's just what the people outside say. Why are we still following the heckles? Let's all disperse." The second old lady said righteously, but there was a bit of happiness on her face.
She had to take medicine to consummate the marriage, which shows how much the King of Chu didn't want to see her.
The funny thing is that she thought she had consummated her marriage with the King of Chu, so the King of Chu looked at her differently and came back to pretend to be a princess.
Superficial and ignorant, stupid and vulgar.
Yuan Qing had just reached the hairpin level and knew a little about what was going on in the boudoir. Hearing these words, he frowned and immediately chased after her.
She stopped Yuan Qingling immediately and pulled her sleeves roughly, "Why are you so useless? You are already a princess, and you are not liked by the prince. Everyone is laughing at you."
Yuan Qingling shook her off, her eyes dim, "What does my joke have to do with you?"
"Of course it does matter. Everyone knows that my eldest sister is so useless. If you are laughing at me, you are also laughing at me. Can't you live up to your expectations?" Yuan Qingping said angrily.
Yuan Qingling looked at the girl who was only fifteen years old. She still didn't know that things in the world were not entirely up to her. Will she definitely get what she wants if she strives for her best?
She didn't say anything and just walked past her.
Yuan Qing stomped his feet in anger. He had never seen such a useless person.
Yuan Qingling went to the door of the study and waited patiently. The boy beside her was already waiting. When he saw her coming, he bowed and said: "The Marquis is waiting for the princess inside. Princess, please come in."
Yuan Qingling nodded, told Lu Ya to stay outside, then pushed the door open and went in.
The light in the room was not very bright, and a whole row of bookshelves stood against the east wall of the room. A middle-aged man wearing black satin clothes stood in front of the bookshelf, holding a book in his hand, with an expression on his face.
Very impatient.
His eyes were sharp and fierce, his brows were furrowed, his chin was slightly raised, the arcs on his face were very clear and cold, the bags under his eyes were droopy, and the whole person looked old and cold.
Seeing her come in, he quickly put the book on the bookshelf and said coldly: "Why did it take so long?"
He quickly walked to the official hat chair behind the desk and sat down, placing his hands on the table, as if he was asking questions.
"Drinking some porridge outside!" Yuan Qingling said, walking over slowly. It seemed that since she entered the gate of the Hou Mansion, he had been waiting for her to come over.
Jingwai looked very impatient, "What kind of porridge are you drinking? I wonder if I have something important to do with you? Let me ask you, have you ever been in the palace?"
Yuan Qingling didn't like this tone very much. He frowned slightly, but still said patiently: "Yes."
"Who summoned you to the palace?" Jinghou asked. He knew that no one in the palace liked Yuan Qingling. Even the Queen Mother was looking at King Chu's face to avoid giving her a cold face, but generally no one would