Rong Qingqing agreed with this statement. "Of course I know that, but the problem is, people outside won't think that way. If you were outside and still yelled at me like that, your reputation would be... sigh. I'm only thinking of you."
Xie Jingyi was so angry she wanted to vomit blood, but she couldn't utter a single word in rebuttal.
In the end, she didn't get into Rong Qingqing's carriage, but instead turned around and went to the one behind her.
Rong Qingqing boarded the carriage feeling refreshed.
Although the carriage was spacious enough, she couldn't lie down freely if she rode with Xie Jingyi.
Knowing that Jiulong Mountain was quite far, Rong Qingqing also prepared a comfortable and soft pillow.
As soon as she got into the carriage, she lay down.
She rolled around in the carriage, thinking to herself that Xie Jingrun was really kind this time, and that her efforts to help the father and son had not been in vain.
Before setting off, one must go to the palace gate to pay homage to the Emperor and Empress.
As soon as Rong Qingqing stepped off the carriage, the Emperor and Empress's palanquin emerged from the main gate of the palace.
Everyone knelt down in worship.
"Long live the Emperor! Long live the Empress! Long live the Empress!"
Rong Qingqing knelt in the crowd, feeling the oppressive power of the emperor for the first time.
She looked up and gazed at the emperor and empress's carriage.
Leading the procession were the Imperial Guards, followed by the emperor's carriage.
Xie Jingrun's figure stood out in the vast procession.
He carried an embroidered spring knife at his waist, rode alongside the imperial carriage, and stared sharply ahead.
At this moment, as if sensing something, he looked in Rong Qingqing's direction.
Rong Qingqing's eyes met his for a moment, then she quickly lowered her head, her heart pounding uncontrollably.
Xie Jingrun frowned slightly, his gaze lingered on her for a moment before shifting away.
After the emperor and empress's carriages had passed, the officials and their families stood up.
Just as Rong Qingqing was about to get into the carriage, a surprised voice rang out, "Sister, what brings you here too?"
She turned her head and saw Rong Yiyi standing next to Rong Shiqing and Chen Shi, the three of them looking harmonious and warm.
Seeing her look over, Rong Yiyi's smile widened. She released her grip on Chen's arm and walked over with a joyful expression.
She looked just like a loving younger sister who adored her older sister.
Rong Qingqing scoffed inwardly, but a smile spread across her face. "I thought someone was calling me. It turns out to be our future Third Prince's consort. My apologies for not recognizing you sooner!"
Feng Mo was delayed by something and hadn't left yet. When he saw Rong Qingqing, he was about to walk over when he heard this, his eyes narrowed, and he stopped in his tracks.
Rong Yiyi naturally understood the sarcasm in Rong Qingqing's words. The smile on her face could not be maintained. She stepped forward, affectionately took Rong Qingqing's arm, and glared at her, saying, "Sister, don't talk nonsense and make people laugh. I am not married to the Third Prince yet."
"That's only a matter of time, what's there to be afraid of?" Rong Qingqing said loudly, with a silly and carefree demeanor, "After you marry the Third Prince, I will be able to benefit from your marriage and become related to the royal family. At that time, the Third Prince will have to call me 'elder sister'."
Her voice was loud enough that the officials and their families who had not yet left heard it and turned to look.
Rong Yiyi felt embarrassed and annoyed. She grabbed Rong Qingqing's hand and said in a low voice, "Sister, please stop talking."
"Why can't we say it? It's not like it's anything shameful," Rong Qingqing said nonchalantly.
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