After listening to Rong Qingqing's words, the little eunuch felt that she was mocking him, but she had a smile on her face, as if he was overthinking it.
"I don't care about that. You're blocking our Seventh Princess's carriage. Hurry up and find a way to move so our princess can pass." The little eunuch was still arrogant and rude, but his tone was no longer as haughty and domineering as before.
Ultimately, he himself could see that the alley was too narrow to move the carriage, and it was simply asking the impossible.
Seeing this, Rong Qingqing was certain that the other party was deliberately trying to cause trouble.
She and the seventh princess had no past grudges or recent feuds, so why would she deliberately cause trouble for her?
She said with a troubled expression, "I would like to move it, but this alley is really narrow and there are so many carriages blocking the way. It's impossible to move it. How about this? The princess just wants to get to the front. If she doesn't mind, could she ride in our carriage? That way, we won't have to go through the trouble of moving the carriage. Besides, look at the three of us. We were injured by your collision. How can we have the strength to move the carriage?"
When the eunuch saw the bump on her forehead, his eyes flickered, and he didn't know what to say.
Because the other person was different from what he expected, she was too calm. Even when he brought up the princess, she did not show any fear.
Just as they were wondering what to do, the Seventh Princess Feng Xin couldn't wait any longer and came out of the carriage at the back herself.
"You dog servant, you can't even do a simple task properly, what use are you?" As soon as she stepped forward, she gave the little eunuch a severe scolding.
"Princess, please calm down. It is my fault for being incompetent," the little eunuch pleaded with a bitter face.
Rong Qingqing looked up and saw a flamboyant and bright young girl appear beside the carriage.
The girl wore a light pink dress and had a very pretty face. However, because of her slanted eyebrows, she looked unusually domineering and unapproachable. Her features were somewhat similar to Feng Mo's, but she was completely opposite to Feng Mo's steady personality.
She is the Seventh Princess Feng Xin, Feng Mo's younger sister from the same mother.
Rong Qingqing observed them discreetly.
Feng Xin snorted coldly and turned her gaze to Rong Qingqing, who was standing on the carriage shaft. She looked her up and down boldly. When she saw Rong Qingqing's delicate and pretty face, her eyes narrowed unkindly. How come she had never noticed before that Rong Qingqing had a foxy face?
The thought that she was now living under the same roof as Xie Jingrun, seeing him all the time, made her very unhappy.
Thinking that Xie Jingrun might have been seduced by her, she turned her anger towards her, "Who are you? Why don't you bow to this princess?"
Rong Qingqing's lips curled up almost imperceptibly.
Because of Feng Mo, the original owner had met this unruly princess a few times, but the seventh princess acted as if she didn't recognize her.
Rong Qingqing alighted from the carriage and bowed gracefully to her, saying, "This humble woman, Rong Qingqing, greets the Seventh Princess."
Seeing this, Feng Xin deliberately didn't call her to get up, but instead looked her up and down thoroughly, her tone malicious, "So, you are the widow of the late Marquis Weiyuan."
She deliberately raised her voice, and just then everyone was stuck in the alley. The noble ladies and young women sitting in the carriages naturally heard everything clearly and were all surprised. Today, the Prime Minister's wife had invited people from prestigious families. What was Rong Qingqing? How dare she show her face in public? With her unlucky appearance, how could she be worthy of attending such an elegant banquet?
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