Turning her head, she saw a girl in pink Mongolian clothing, with almond-shaped eyes and peach-blossom cheeks, lively and playful. She rode her horse at full speed to the Eighth Prince, and like a butterfly, she fluttered off the horse and happily took the Eighth Prince's arm.
A layer of blackness instantly appeared on the Eighth Prince's wife's face. Her gaze was like a sharp sword as she slashed at the girl's hand holding the Eighth Prince's arm, wishing she could chop it off. Her teeth were almost ground to powder.
The young girl was completely unaware, looking up at the Eighth Prince with a blush on her cheeks, her eyebrows curving and her eyes sparkling: "Eighth Prince, I've been looking for you everywhere!"
The Eighth Prince coughed lightly, withdrew his arm, subconsciously glanced at his wife, and distanced himself from the girl. He then approached her with a faint, distant smile, asking, "Is there anything you need, Princess?"
The girl pouted unhappily: "Why is the Eighth Prince so distant? We've known each other for so long, we should be closer. You should call me Qiqige."
The Eighth Prince's wife gritted her teeth, her eyes blazing with anger, and said with a forced smile, "Qiqige is joking. There is a difference between men and women. You and the Eighth Prince have no relationship. It's best to keep your distance."
The girl named Qiqige then noticed the Eighth Prince's wife, her pretty face turning cold: "What do you mean by this? What business is it of yours how I speak with the Eighth Prince? This has always been the case between us. The Eighth Prince has never said anything, so what gives you the right to say such things? What about the difference between men and women? We Mongolian women have always been straightforward. If we like someone, we like them. Where do all these ridiculous rules come from! As for you, what right do you have to make decisions for the Eighth Prince?!"
The Eighth Prince's face immediately darkened, showing signs of anger.
He Yue was also furious. There were all kinds of people in the world, and she had never seen anyone more arrogant than herself.
Just as she was about to reprimand her for being shameless, the Fourth Prince suddenly grabbed her hand, frowned, and glared at her.
He Yue clenched her fists, her chest heaving, and a fierce fire burned deep in her eyes, wishing she could kick the barking woman.
How could her sister tolerate such bullying?
Where does she get the confidence to say that her older sister has no right to interfere in such matters?
Fourth Prince shook his head helplessly, took her hand, and slowly pried open her tightly clenched fingers.
He Yue raised her eyes and glared at him angrily, about to blurt out, "What?!" But when she saw the Fourth Prince's calm, cold eyes staring at her steadily, as if they were filled with ice, he forcefully suppressed the anger in her chest.
He Yue felt a tightness in her chest and lowered her head in despair.
However, someone immediately grabbed the girl's hand and scolded her sternly: "Qiqige, what nonsense are you spouting!"
It was originally Naropa's robe.
Kikige's eyes instantly filled with tears, and she pouted pitifully, "Aha, you're siding with her too!"
Lobsang Gunbu rubbed his forehead in exasperation. Although he felt sorry for his sister's heartbreak, he was even more reluctant to offend the Eighth Prince. Didn't he see that the man's usually gentle face was now filled with anger? What's more, the Fourth Prince was also present.
How stupid could Qiqige be?! So, hardening her heart, she sternly rebuked, "Qiqige, watch your manners!"
Qiqige stomped her foot angrily, glared fiercely at the Eighth Prince's wife with resentment, and then turned and ran away.
“My sister has been abrupt; I hope the Eighth Prince and his wife will forgive her.” Lobsang Gunbu smiled apologetically at the two of them.
The Eighth Prince smiled faintly, "It's alright." But his eyes were full of coldness.
Lobsang Gunbu lowered his head and smiled bitterly. This Eighth Prince was truly not to be underestimated; his aura when angry was no less than that of the Fourth Prince.
The Eighth Prince's wife pursed her lips, still displeased, but said nothing. She simply shook off the Eighth Prince's hand, turned around, and left.
Eighth Prince was about to catch up when Heyue broke free from Fourth Prince's hand, stepped forward to block his way, and smiled faintly: "Brother-in-law, you can stay here. I'll stay with Eighth Sister-in-law."
Without waiting for him to speak, she chased after the Eighth Prince's wife.
Heyue caught up with the Eighth Prince's wife and saw that she looked gloomy. She held back for a long time, but finally couldn't help but ask, "Does your sister know that Qiqige?"
The Eighth Prince's wife nodded with a wry smile: "Every time we came back in previous years, Qiqige would always cling to Yinzhi. However, she is straightforward and spoiled, and even though Yinzhi tries to avoid her, she is persistent. She is also the beloved daughter of Prince Darhan of Khorchin, so he can't scold or beat her. Over time, it has become quite troublesome." She then sighed with resentment and helplessness.
He Yue snorted coldly: "This kind of person should be taught a lesson. Letting her get away with it will only make her more and more demanding."
"Heh, you're still the same as always." The Eighth Princess Consort smiled helplessly: "But how can I tolerate it? In the end, I can't easily offend the Khorchin."
Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.
No sooner had she finished speaking than a sharp, stern voice rang out from behind: "Stop!"
Heyue and the Eighth Prince's wife turned around and saw Qiqige, who had just left, walking over aggressively with a whip in her hand. In a short while, she stood in front of the Eighth Prince's wife, raised her chin, gave her an arrogant look, and curled her lips: "Let me tell you, I'm putting my words here today. I'm going to be the Eighth Prince's concubine. Don't think that just because the Eighth Prince is nice to you, you can do whatever you want. I've heard that all the princes in the Forbidden City have three wives and four concubines. It's impossible for them to favor only one woman. If you keep taking the Eighth Prince's favor like this, you won't have a good ending sooner or later. If you know what's good for you, don't stop me from cultivating my relationship with the Eighth Prince!"
He Yue almost burst out laughing. Where did such a weirdo come from? This was the first time she had ever seen a concubine act so arrogantly, let alone in front of the primary wife.
The Eighth Prince's wife also smiled, her eyes filled with disdain, and she looked at her indifferently without saying a word.
Seeing that she remained silent, Qiqige frowned, raised her finger and almost touched the Eighth Prince's nose, about to continue scolding her.
He Yue slapped her hand away and sneered, "Where are you pointing?! Don't you know any manners?!"
Qiqige felt a lump in her throat and stared at Heyue in astonishment, seemingly not expecting her to dare treat her like this.
He Yue was even more arrogant than her, hands on her hips, sneering repeatedly: "Don't think you're so great just because you're a prince of Khorchin. Let me tell you, even if you marry the Eighth Prince and become his concubine, you'll still be a concubine. You'll still have to pay your respects to my Eighth Sister-in-law every day. You'll always be below my Eighth Sister-in-law. If you want to have a better life, don't be so disrespectful! Apologize to my Eighth Sister-in-law obediently!"
Qiqige's face turned pale with anger. Her eyes widened, and she pointed a finger at her, wishing she could skin Heyue alive: "You, you bitch..."
"If you don't want to die, swallow that word back!" The Eighth Prince's wife stared at her intently with a dark face, her voice sharp and stern, interrupting her.
Qiqige trembled violently under her terrifying gaze, her face paled, and the last word rolled several times in her throat before she swallowed it down. She looked at the Eighth Prince's wife, then at Heyue, her face turning pale and then red with embarrassment and anger: "You two dare to bully me! I'll make you pay!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he flicked the whip in his hand, aiming it straight at He Yue's face, a vicious smile playing on his lips and a hint of pleasure flashing in his eyes.
The smile on her lips froze instantly the next moment, and her wide-open eyes stared in astonishment at the Eighth Prince's wife's slender hand that was holding her whip with her bare hands.
She tugged hard, but couldn't budge him. Qiqige's cheeks turned purplish-blue as she glared angrily at her: "Let go of me! Did you hear me!"
The Eighth Prince's wife's eyes were so cold they seemed to freeze her, and though the smile on her lips was faint, it was extremely malicious: "Do you really think I wouldn't dare to lay a hand on you?!"
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