Qing Qianqian angrily asked, "Did that bitch say something to the old lady?" Before anyone beside her could speak, she said with certainty, "It must have been. As soon as she left the old lady's place, she told me not to go and pay my respects."

The old woman placed the teapot on the table and said softly, "This time, the old lady didn't even see the prince. I think she's still angry about what happened that day. She'll be fine after a while."

When talking about that day, a trace of regret flashed across Qing Qianqian's face.

Then a hint of satisfaction rose up again.

In the mansion, my aunt always taught me not to compare myself with Qingyin, but to put Qingyin first.

She had been coaxing Qingyin since she was a child, and when she thought she would always be Qingyin's dog, she unexpectedly met the prince.

That was the first time she felt unwilling.

She told her aunt that she fell in love with the prince.

She thought her aunt would tell her not to fight or compete.

But that day my aunt said, if you like it, then grab it.

She remembered that day was the first time in all her life that she felt so happy. Later, she deliberately created several chance encounters.

Unexpectedly, the prince soon fell deeply in love with her.

Because she had followed Qingyin's lead for so many years, although the lady did not agree with her coming over at the time, she did not object too much in the end.

The concubine took the opportunity to send in her personal maid, who was Zeng Po in front of us.

Qing Qianqian was willing to listen to this old man who had always served her aunt.

So, after Zeng Pozi comforted her with a few words, Qing Qianqian regained her sweet and eloquent demeanor and walked towards the prince's room.