Chapter 398: Making Things Difficult
It's just a walk, nothing will happen.
"You guys!" Tian'er said angrily. Someone tugged at her sleeve and she turned around. "Madam."
"Don't argue with them, it's useless." Song Ci shook her head at her.
Prince Yu was powerful, and as a favored Consort, Qiao Yun could do whatever she wanted, no one could stop her. Pei Ji was not at home, and she did not want to act rashly. These maids were strong, and she could not get hurt now, which was the most important thing.
Can't hurt her belly, her baby.
Seeing that they were trying to settle the matter peacefully, the leading nanny laughed sarcastically, thinking that they were cowardly.
When they arrived at the palace gate, the nanny got off the carriage and pointed at the palace gate, "Madam Pei, we're at the palace gate. Carriages are not allowed in the palace. Let's get off and walk in together."
Tian'er's eyes were red with anger. "Go in! My wife's belly is so big, and you let her walk for so long."
The nanny sneered repeatedly, "You are just a maid, and you interrupted the master when he was still silent. It's really rude. Madam Pei, is this how you teach your servants?"
Song Ci was helped out of the carriage, her face pale. The carriage was in good condition, but her belly was big, and the bumps and jolts were enough to make Song Ci uncomfortable.
She suppressed her nausea and said, "Mammy, lead the way."
Tian'er was indignant, "Madam!"
Song Ci whispered, "Wanxiang is going to find Pei Ji. She will be here soon. I'm pregnant now, so it's not suitable for me to confront them head-on."
Tian'er could only swallow her anger and wished she could torture these annoying people in front of her with her eyes!
The corridor was so long that Song Ci felt that he could not see the end of the road.
She was breathing heavily and felt dizzy. If Tian'er hadn't supported her, she would have fallen.
"Madam Pei, you'd better leave quickly. It's getting late. If we waste time and Liang Yuan gets upset, we can't afford to take responsibility." The nanny turned her head and looked at Song Ci, who had stopped, with an unhappy look on her face.
"Mammy, I really can't walk anymore."
"I have seen noble ladies in the palace get pregnant, but I have never seen anyone as delicate as Madam. Could it be that Madam is even more delicate than the noble ladies in the palace?" She pouted. "If you don't want to leave, I will let these two maids help you walk."
The two maids beside her looked at Song Ci with ill intentions.
Song Ci didn't dare let them touch her, so she could only grit her teeth and say, "I can walk by myself, no need to bother."
The nanny snorted coldly, "Then let's go." Then she turned around and walked forward, twisting her fat waist.
Tears of heartache welled up in Tian'er's eyes. When had the Madam ever suffered such hardship? Not even when she was pregnant, no one had ever let her suffer such humiliation. A mere Liangyuan, a nanny who relied on others' power, actually treated their Madam like this.
Master, why haven't you come yet?
Madam can’t bear it anymore!
Tian'er screamed in her heart.
After staggering all the way, Song Ci finally reached the palace gate. A thin layer of sweat had already appeared on his forehead, and the cloth on his back was also wet with cold sweat.
Qiao Yun lay lazily on a chaise longue carved from pearwood, with two maids kneeling at her feet, painting her nails with bright nail polish.
The corners of her lips curled up slightly, and she was very interested. "They should be here by now."
A maid standing beside her said, "Liang Yuan, the person has arrived."
Qiao Yun waved his hand to let the kneeling maid retreat, then sat up straight with a smug look on his face. "Now that the person is here, bring him in."
The situation has changed. She is in her current position, so she should let Song Ci taste the pain of being stepped on, looked down upon, and tortured.
Song Ci's hair was a little disheveled, and she looked very disheveled when she entered the room.
Her cheeks were flushed, her fair face was tired, and her eyes were a little unfocused until she saw the familiar face.
It’s Qiao Yun.
She was the same as before, yet something seemed different: she was more charming and charming, and a little more domineering.
"Long time no see, Madam Pei. No, I should call you Sister Song. Although we are sisters, the rules cannot be broken. You should bow to me."
Qiao Yun's eyes were cold and stern, looking down from above.
Song Ci lowered her eyes and bowed silently, "Your Highness greets Qiao Liangyuan."
There was no sound from above to wake him up, and Song Ci was already exhausted, and now he was even more shaky.
She was born with a beautiful appearance, and now she looks even more lovable.
Is this the figure a pregnant woman should have?
Song porcelain seems to be more voluptuous than before. It is said that pregnant women will lose their figure and have a swollen face, just like a big meat bun.
But Song porcelain is more graceful, with a curvy figure, and not ugly at all.
Moreover, she was thin before, but after she became pregnant, her figure seemed to have added a touch of charm.
This discovery made Qiao Yun, who had wanted to find a sense of accomplishment in Song Ci, very frustrated, and she became even angrier.
When she thought of the name that Prince Yu blurted out when he doted on her, she felt so angry that her teeth itched.
She couldn't admit, nor did she want to admit, that her current favor and status were actually gained by relying on the Song porcelain she hated the most.
"Get up."
After a while, she said coldly.
Song Ci stood up and shook her body. She tried to keep her balance. Beads of sweat rolled down her forehead and her lips turned a little pale.
Qiao Yun laughed sweetly, "Sister Song, what's wrong with you? I just asked you to come over, and you act so hypocritical. If someone didn't know, they would think I was bullying you."
Tian Er angrily said, "Liang Yuan, my wife is about to give birth."
Qiao Yun scoffed, "What's wrong with going into labor? Every woman gets pregnant and gives birth. Why does your master have to be so pretentious? Besides, I checked on your condition beforehand, and the doctors said your pregnancy is fine, so there's no chance of problems. Don't act like that in front of me."
Is this woman crazy?
The lady is about to give birth, yet she insists on doing this!
Tian'er was extremely anxious, but she had no way to deal with the powerful Qiao Yun.
She was skilled enough to escape on her own, but she couldn't take her wife with her!
Suddenly, Song Ci smiled, a smile as soft as a dark flower. Qiao Yun got goosebumps from this laugh, and her eyebrows twitched as she asked back.
"why are you laughing."
"I'm not laughing."
Qiao Yun was convinced she was making fun of him. "Why are you so proud? I'm the prince's concubine, and you're just a concubine. Do you still think you can ride on my head? Song Ci, I'm thinking of you being pregnant, so please don't be ungrateful."
"I, Xiao Liangyuan, really am worrying about nothing. You are now the prince's favorite concubine, and you have already achieved your long-cherished wish. Why do you still have to confront me?"
Qiao Yun knew that what Song Ci said was right.
But she just couldn't swallow this.
She must make things difficult for Song Ci!
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