"What are you doing?" Xia Yang, busy gesturing, didn't notice the dissatisfaction in Ye Xuanling's tone.

"Your Majesty, the weather is so hot that I was afraid it would harm your health, so I specially ordered someone to bring an umbrella."

As they spoke, his gaze swept over Yanran, noticing her elegant attire while he himself wore a maid's uniform, which immediately highlighted the difference between them.

I was very unwilling.

"Oh, Miss Yanran!"

Yanran's heart tightened. She and Ye Xuanling were not yet married, and this situation was causing some people to have wild thoughts.

In order not to damage his reputation, he hurriedly explained, "Miss Xia Yang, His Majesty and I were just chatting casually."

Want to chat?

"Doesn't Miss Yanran know her own identity?"

Ye Xuanling's face grew increasingly dark, and the next second he threw the umbrella to the ground in front of everyone.

He glared at Xia Yang and said fiercely, "Who are you?"

"And who is she?!"

"She is the one I will marry into this palace and become the Empress, while you, even with your mother's support, can only be a servant at best."

As expected of Ye Xuanling, every word she speaks is sharp.

As if her secret had been exposed, Xia Yang's face turned as red as if it were about to bleed.

Tears welled up in her eyes, and she looked extremely aggrieved.

It was as if she was the one being bullied.

Seeing her still standing there, Ye Xuanling frowned as if she were looking at something dirty and urged her to leave, saying, "Get out of here!"

Tears streamed down her face with a soft thud. She hastily wiped them away with her sleeve and fled as if her life depended on it.