Chapter 527 Does she still have any respect for the rules of this palace?
Anya walked out of the threshold of the main hall of the main courtyard as quickly as if she was escaping.
When she left the main courtyard, the gentle and decent smile she had been forcing herself to keep all the way on her face suddenly shattered and collapsed with a "crack" like fragile porcelain. Gloomy anger replaced all her disguises, and her eyes were so cold that they could freeze people.
This Lan Xiyue! This is simply too much!
From the moment she stepped into the flower hall, the other person completely ignored her! She was made to stand there for so long like a fool, without even being offered a seat! From beginning to end, the woman lazily slouched on the couch, not even willing to glance at her. Every word she spoke was filled with thorns and was filled with humiliation! When had Anya ever suffered such humiliation before?
Xing'er, the personal maid, followed closely behind. Seeing her mistress's ashen face, she felt distressed and angry. Just as she was about to complain, Anya's icy eyes suddenly swept over her, with a warning: "Shut up! Go back to Jingfeng Pavilion and see the Queen Mother!" Her voice was very low, but it revealed a gnashing hatred.
Xing'er shuddered with fear, swallowing back the words that were on the tip of her tongue. She could only whisper, "...Yes, Miss."
The master and servant walked in silence all the way through the courtyards and headed straight for Jingfeng Pavilion where the empress dowager was temporarily staying.
When she reached the outside of the courtyard, Anya stopped, took a few deep breaths, and tried to adjust her expression until she put on that just-right, submissive look with a hint of grievance, then she signaled the palace maid to pass on the message.
After entering, Anya bowed to the Queen Mother who was sitting at the head of the table, with an extremely respectful attitude: "Your humble servant Anya, I pay my respects to the Queen Mother."
The Queen Mother was leisurely sipping her tea. Seeing her come back so soon, a gentle smile appeared on her face: "No need to be so polite, just get up. Come and sit down. Why are you back so soon?" She waved her hand, motioning Anya to sit on the embroidered cushion below her.
Anya stood up as she was told and walked over to sit down. She didn't reply immediately, but lowered her head, twisting her handkerchief unconsciously with her hands, biting her lower lip with her pearly teeth, looking like she wanted to say something but couldn't, as if she had suffered a great injustice.
The smile on the Queen Mother's face faded, her brows gradually furrowed, she put down the teacup in her hand, and her tone became a little heavier: "What's wrong? Yaer, look up, is it that Lan Xiyue...she bullied you?" There was a hint of displeasure in her voice.
Anya then slowly raised her head, her eyes slightly red and watery, but she tried hard not to let the tears fall.
She shook her head gently, her voice trembling with a hint of sob: "No, no... Her Majesty the Queen Mother, please don't misunderstand. It's... It's my fault. I went at the wrong time and disturbed the princess... having breakfast..." She deliberately emphasized the three words "having breakfast" a little, and quickly lowered her head, looking extremely remorseful.
"Have breakfast?" The empress dowager was indeed irritated. Her face was instantly covered with gloom. Her voice suddenly rose with incredible anger, "What time is it? Having breakfast at noon? How disrespectful! This Lan Xiyue has no manners at all and doesn't know what's going on!" She became more and more angry as she spoke, her chest heaving slightly.
Anya seemed to be frightened by the Queen Mother's anger. She shrank back and raised her eyes timidly, her eyes filled with grievance and helplessness, her voice as thin as a mosquito: "It was you... it was you who overstepped the boundaries. Not only did you disturb the princess's breakfast, but you shouldn't have dreamed of being her sister... The princess... she scolded you, saying... telling you not to recognize any sister casually..." She spoke intermittently, lowered her head again, and shrugged her shoulders slightly, as if she was trying hard to suppress her tears.
“Bang!”
Upon hearing this, the Queen Mother flew into a rage and slammed her palm on the small rosewood table inlaid with mother-of-pearl beside her! The teacup on the table clanged loudly, and the tea spilled out. Her voice was a little sharp with anger:
"How dare you! Who does Lan Xiyue think she is?! Didn't I tell you long ago? She won't be able to sit on the throne of the princess for long! She will be deposed sooner or later! As the mistress of the Regent Palace, I favor you! Why would you lower yourself to become sisters with someone as unpresentable as her? And she's not happy about it?!"
Anya lowered her head even lower, almost burying it in her chest, her voice thick with nasal twang and fear: "But...but the Queen Mother...the princess...after all, she was married to His Royal Highness the Regent in a sedan chair carried by eight people, and was formally married into the palace...in terms of status..."
"So what about status?!" the Queen Mother interrupted her harshly, glaring at Anya with dismay. "Lan Xiyue is narrow-minded, jealous, erratic, intolerant, and cruel! I think she's unworthy of her position! She's not even worthy of being the Princess Regent!"
She became increasingly excited as she spoke, panting a few times. When she turned her gaze to Anya, she deliberately softened her tone, speaking with a firm expectation, "A lady like you, Ya'er, who is well-educated, gentle, virtuous, and possesses both moral integrity and talent, is the perfect match for Yuan'er! You are the perfect choice for the mistress of this palace!"
When Anya heard the words "good match" and "mistress", her heart skipped a beat, and the haze of humiliation caused by Lan Xiyue seemed to be dispelled a little by the great hope.
She finally raised her head, two perfectly flushed colors on her face, her eyes flashing with shyness and excitement, and her voice carried a hint of uncertain expectation: "But...but the prince...seems..." She hesitated to speak, revealing her concern about the regent's attitude just right.
Seeing this, the Queen Mother smiled with confidence, as if everything was under control. She reached out and patted the back of Anya's hand soothingly. "Don't worry about that! My Ya'er is so outstanding. Whether it's her looks, talent, or family background, every one of them is top-notch. How could she not even be able to compare to Lan Xiyue? I believe that as long as you put your heart into it, you will definitely win Yuan'er's eye! Don't you agree?"
The haze in Anya's heart was completely dispelled by this huge promise, replaced by a burning ambition and determination to succeed. A shy yet determined smile spread across her face, and she bowed solemnly to the Queen Mother: "Yes! I...will definitely live up to the Queen Mother's high expectations!"
The Queen Mother nodded in satisfaction, then her face darkened. She turned to the confidant nanny standing beside her, and her voice regained its usual dignity and coldness: "Go! Call Lan Xiyue to me immediately! I want to ask her if she still has any respect for the rules of this palace!"
"Yes! I obey your order!" The nanny bowed and responded, then immediately turned around and retreated hurriedly but steadily, heading straight towards the main courtyard.
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