She finally understood. The Empress Dowager did it intentionally. Indeed, the women in the deep palace were none of them simple.
"Since you've married into the Eighth Prince's mansion, you should properly fulfill your role as the Eighth Princess consort. Don't cause trouble for the mansion. Otherwise, don't blame me for not warning you. Understand?"
"Yes, Tan'er understands."
"How has Master Qu been lately?"
"Regarding royal grandmother's inquiry, Father is well."
"When you have time, come into the palace more often to accompany me. Chat with me, you and Consort Ning are biological sisters; you should spend more time together."
"Yes, Tan'er remembers."
After each statement from the Empress Dowager, Qu Tan'er responded accordingly, maintaining a respectful attitude.
If the old lady wanted to play, she could play along.
"Why does the Eighth Princess look a bit off?"
"Nothing, Tan'er is fine."
"Then, lift your head and let me have a look."
"Yes." Qu Tan'er slowly raised her head, a gentle smile on her face. Her small face appeared calm as water, seemingly showing no signs of injury on her wrist. Did the old lady want to see her embarrassed? No way! However...
"Look at your figure. In the future, let the mansion servants take better care of you. Otherwise, people might think the Eighth Prince's mansion is mistreating you." The Empress Dowager, with a smile, continued to talk. Her other hand, which was free, casually grabbed Qu Tan'er's elbow, pinching it with force. After a simple set of actions, the hands were released.
Qu Tan'er endured the pain, which almost made her cry out just now.
Finally, she dared to affirm that the old lady definitely knew about her injury, and even knew where the wound was. It seemed that there was a spy she arranged in the Eighth Prince's mansion... The news had been transmitted to the palace within a day? This skill was impressive. In the future, she had to be more cautious.
"Alright, I'm tired too. You can leave now." The Empress Dowager looked tired, waving her hand to let them retreat.
"Alright, Cheng er' will leave first." Mo Liancheng stood up calmly, glanced at the Empress Dowager, paid no attention to Qu Tan'er, and walked towards the door.
Qu Tan'er followed suit, politely bidding farewell. However...
"When you have time, come to see me often."
The Empress Dowager's words made Qu Tan'er almost lose her balance, and she almost stumbled. Nevertheless, she managed to regain her composure. She thought the matter had concluded. However, she quickly recovered and responded with the appropriate courtesy, "Yes, Tan'er understands. Tan'er will take her leave."
Then, she hurriedly went after Mo Liancheng.
Exiting the palace, both of them remained silent throughout the journey.
The carriage stopped at the entrance of the Eighth Prince's mansion. After descending from the carriage and passing through the main gate, Mo Liancheng continued walking towards the Frost Pavilion without uttering a single word.
Qu Tan'er cast a glance at Mo Liancheng's departing figure and headed briskly towards the Snow Pavilion.
Just as she stepped inside, she hadn't even stabilized herself when a force pulled her towards another direction. Given her already foul mood, this sudden disturbance prompted an outburst, "Damn it, who's the blind fool—?" Her words stopped as she saw an innocent and delicate face.
"Mistress, it's this servant." Jing Xin responded cautiously.
Swiftly releasing her, Jing Xin took a few steps back, creating a safe distance.
"Is there something wrong?" Qu Tan'er inquired, her expression puzzled.
"Does the Mistress plan to leave the residence today?"
"No, I just returned. Why would I leave so soon?" Qu Tan'er shook her head without much thought, but upon further consideration, she added, "I've just returned. What should I leave for? First, let me check my wounds. That old woman in the palace—"
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