Situ Jin frowned. She had never liked Rong Qingqing, not only because she was betrothed to Mo'er by the Empress Dowager, but also because she disliked Rong Qingqing's personality.
How could such a weak and incompetent woman be worthy of her son?
So she deliberately showed her dislike for Rong Qingqing in front of Rong Shiqing, and Rong Shiqing did not disappoint her.
However, the daughter was useless, but her father, Rong Shiqing, was a ruthless man who indulged his concubines and plotted to frame his legitimate daughter.
A woman whose reputation has been ruined cannot marry into the royal family, so she took advantage of the situation and dissolved her engagement with Rong Qingqing. However, in order to save face when the Empress Dowager returned in the future, she took it upon herself to arrange for Mo'er to be engaged to Rong Yiyi.
Rong Yiyi was naturally beneath her notice. No matter how dignified a daughter born to a concubine was, how could she possibly be presentable?
If Mo'er likes it, she will let him take it as a concubine in the future.
But the Rong Qingqing she was seeing now seemed to be different from the one she knew.
She pondered for a moment, then instructed, "When we arrive at Jiulong Mountain, summon Rong Qingqing to see me."
“Yes,” Granny Hong replied respectfully.
It was already evening when we arrived at Jiulong Mountain.
Once the carriage came to a complete stop, Rong Qingqing finally breathed a sigh of relief.
She had been telling stories all the way, and her mouth was already dry, but Emperor Zhaojing listened with great interest, and she dared not stop for a moment.
"Xiangzi, bring the stool over here."
At that moment, Haifu's voice came from outside the carriage.
Rong Qingqing was taken aback and immediately lifted the curtain.
Little did she know that Xie Jingrun was standing by the window. As soon as she drew the curtains, their eyes met.
Rong Qingqing was stunned for a moment, but quickly looked away and began searching for the little eunuch named Xiangzi that Haifu had mentioned.
Just then, a young eunuch carried a stool and placed it next to the carriage.
When Emperor Zhaojing left, he even reached out to help him.
Rong Qingqing narrowed her eyes.
It seems that Xiangzi is also one of the Emperor's men.
But the hardest people to guard against are those closest to you.
Her expression suddenly turned serious.
"What's wrong?" Xie Jingrun asked, noticing her unusual expression.
Rong Qingqing snapped out of her daze, suddenly leaned close to his ear, and whispered, "Xie Jingrun, remember to come to my room tonight." After saying that, she quickly stepped back and tidied her hair.
Shangguan Yanran sat next to her and witnessed her intimate interaction with Xie Jingrun.
She blinked and winked at her with a hint of ambiguity.
Rong Qingqing paused for a moment, then whispered, "It's not what you think."
"What are you two whispering about? Aren't you getting out of the carriage?" At this moment, Feng Xin, who had already stepped out of the carriage, lifted the curtain and impatiently urged the two of them.
"We'll be down right away." Rong Qingqing took Shangguan Yanran's hand and hurriedly got out of the carriage.
Outside the carriage, Xie Jingrun leaned against the carriage wall, still somewhat dazed.
The woman's warm breath seemed to still linger in his ear, and her unique fragrance lingered in his nostrils.
What puzzled him most was that Rong Qingqing actually invited him to her boudoir that night...
Did she not know what it meant when a woman invited a man late at night? Or did she know perfectly well, yet still invite him anyway?
What does Rong Qingqing want to do?
Is she trying to seduce...?
Thinking of this, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his smooth forehead.
After a moment, he frowned; he would absolutely not go to the appointment.
Rong Qingqing is such a shameless woman!
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