Murong Qingshuang paused, turned her head slightly, and glanced over there.
She was wearing a light red dress, dressed brightly and movingly, her smile seemed to be thorny, and her eyes were staring straight at herself.
"See you, Princess." When they were still far away, she shouted loudly and boldly.
Murong Qingshuang had clear eyes and a smile on her face, looking at her very politely, "I didn't have time to say hello yesterday, but I bumped into her again today."
Mrs. Yao slowly approached, with a look of arrogance and disdain between her eyebrows.[
"Yesterday, because I was serving the prince, I couldn't salute the princess. Yao'er felt really bad." She said it so hypocritically, without blushing.
These ignorant and ignorant ancient women all regard a man's temporary favor as their own glory and talisman. I really don't know whether to call them stupid or pitiful.
What kind of good ending will there be in the future, but I will spend the rest of my life in this high courtyard with deep walls, watching women who are more beautiful and younger than me being favored, and then being oppressed by them?
The look in Murong Qingshuang's eyes made Madam Yao very uncomfortable.
She is just an unpopular princess, someone whom the prince doesn't care about at all. Why should she show such pity to herself?
Does she have this qualification?
"The princess didn't know how to pay attention to her words and deeds yesterday, and I don't know what happened next. If Yao'er was here, maybe she could give me some advice..."
Murong Qingshuang suddenly felt a little too lazy to argue with her. Even if she was looking for an opponent, she still had to look at the opponent's worth.
Although Mrs. You dared to challenge herself, she was not without merit.
As for this Mrs. Yao, it seemed at first glance that she had no martial arts skills at all and relied solely on her skills in bed to tie up men.
This kind of woman is the most disgusting.
When a person's outlook on life and values are opposed to yours, there is no need to argue with her.
What you disdain, she can be proud of.
How ridiculous.
"stop!"
As soon as Murong Qingshuang turned around, Mrs. Yao shouted angrily.
"You tell me to stop?" Her voice contained a warning.
However, Mrs. Yao didn't pay that much attention at all. It seemed that Murong Qingshuang's look just now was always in her mind, which was contemptuous, contemptuous, pitiful and ridiculous. She could never allow a woman who couldn't even get a husband to look at her like this.
