Qian Shang held the bowl and glanced at Hong Yi. She was about to speak and refused.
Qiye's cold words were suddenly like the tip of a needle, piercing into the bone marrow: "Don't you have hands? A concubine who came out of the cold palace actually has a dignified queen to serve her rice. Is there any etiquette here?"
"I understand your mistake." Qian Chang smiled apologetically, then politely placed the chopsticks and bowls neatly, lowered her head without any overstep, "I'm done eating, my slave."
Then he stood up and knelt down like that again, perfect and impeccable at the same time, Qian Chang thought, only in this way will Qiye look down on himself even more, and then he can leave here well.
She didn't want to be trapped for no reason. She thought that there was no room for her to wait for her release.
Qiye glanced at Qianshang's bowl, a very small blue and white porcelain bowl, and a table with only traces of the dishes that the Queen Mother had given her. She felt irritated. Hong Yi and Su Yi must be too lazy to eat because of her.
Chopsticks, after all, are different from the past. Qianshang is just a powerless woman who is cared for by the Queen Mother.
The Queen Mother said: "Are you full, Qian Shang? Do you want to eat more? You eat very little."
Qian Shang raised her head and caught the cold look on Qi Ye's face from the corner of her eye. Hong Yi and Su Yi were obviously frightened by the emperor's coldness. Nuonuo sat in her seat and did not dare to say a word.
Qiye suddenly smashed the wine glass in his hand, while Qian Shang was deeply moved. She smiled and said to the Queen Mother: "Your Majesty, I have eaten enough and am a little tired. I want to go and rest."
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Obviously, Qian Shang was not affected by Qiye's anger at all.
"Let's go! We've all eaten! What are you doing here!" Qiye yelled angrily to Hurd outside the house, "Don't eat any more! Get them all out!"
