Ji Xiang's complexion slightly grew paler.
She found herself developing an odd habit lately. Whenever she encountered the crown prince consort and the young crown prince consort, a wave of flustered anxiety washed over her without reason, causing her palms to moisten.
/It was a strange reaction, almost as if she could sense a change in the Crown Prince Consort's mood!/
She certainly didn't dare to provoke this formidable young Highness.
Previously, at General Zhongli's estate, they used to mock the Crown Prince Consort together.
However, each ti, Ji Xiang ended up humiliated by the well-prepared Crown Prince Consort.
/But that's water under the bridge now. Subsequently, the noble ladies sched to captivate and provoke the Crown Prince Consort./
But their efforts only left the Crown Prince Consort unscathed, while they ended up stung by bees and buried under quilts, wailing like children in distress.
The most horrifying part was when swarms of mosquitoes burst forth from the angry hornets. These mosquitoes not only spewed flas but also exploded on contact, leaving them wailing like children for their parents. Many noble ladies even lost their hair to the fiery blasts.
Ji Xiang was among the worst affected. The quilt commotion had caused her hair to dry out, and her body bore significant injuries.
She had spent days recovering. Hearing that a fresh collection of jewelry had arrived at the Couture House, her curiosity got the better of her, luring her out to take a look.
But what she hadn't anticipated was running into the crown prince consort and the young crown prince consort.
Tears welled up in Ji Xiang's eyes as she fought the urge to cry. Summoning her courage, she approached Qiao Mu and respectfully curtsied. "Greetings to the Crown Prince Consort."
Qiao Mu glanced at her with a touch of dry amusent. "Yes, yes. No need for formalities."
Ji Xiang breathed a sigh of relief. While the young crown prince consort exuded an icy deanor, it seed she had no intention of making her uncomfortable.
In reality, Ji Xiang had no need to fret.
Qiao Mu was the kind of individual who would only react strongly if you deliberately provoked her, bringing your misfortune upon yourself.
/Moreover, once she exacted her revenge, the most she would do is disregard you the next ti she crossed paths with you. There would be no further reprisals./
/If you refrained from provoking her, there was no reason for her to fly off the handle and strike./
"Has the Crown Prince Consort co to reclaim the Couture House today?"
/Who in the capital wasn't aware of the tumult caused by the Crown Prince Consort at the Mu Clan's ancestral residence, where she reclaid her mother's dowry and assets?/
As Ji Xiang sought a conversational opening, the young crown prince consort cast her a casual glance and nodded indifferently.
On the periphery, Chen Baojia clenched her teeth and managed a forced smile. Stepping forward, she also bowed with a gracious expression. "Greetings to the Crown Prince Consort."
Had it not been for Ji Xiang's impulsive greeting, they might have easily pretended to have not noticed the Crown Prince Consort and dispensed with such formalities.
Though Chen Baojia seethed inwardly, her exterior deanor was even more radiant.
The young crown prince consort recognized Chen Baojia.
Certainly, his impression of her wasn't favorable.
This individual was none other than Empress Dowager Chen's grandniece. From the mont she entered the Crown Prince's estate, she had dispatched Junior Eunuch Li to gauge the depths of Qiao Mu's tolerance.
/She even audaciously attempted to take up residence in the Crown Prince's estate and win over her husband!/
/It was evident that she had not left a positive impression!/
Qiao Mu's countenance grew even colder. She didn't permit Chen Baojia to rise and rely regarded her with chilly detachnt.
Ji Xiang's heart jolted, causing her to instinctively shrink back as a tremor of fear coursed through her. She curiously assessed Chen Baojia's deanor.
Back then, both of them had provoked the Crown Prince Consort.
What Ji Xiang hadn't foreseen was that while the Crown Prince Consort's attitude towards her appeared sowhat acceptable, she was shockingly impolite to Chen Baojia…
/Had sothing transpired between the two that she was unaware of?/
Chen Baojia clenched her teeth, summoning a strained smile. She lowered her head and slightly bent her knees, her voice tinged with anguish. "Crown Prince Consort?"
Without sparing her a glance, the young crown prince consort directly led her entourage out of the Couture House. "To the next shop."
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