After a short while,
a woman, fuming with anger, stormed into Snow Courtyard.
Jing Xin at the side reminded, "Master, Commandery Princess Qingyun has arrived."
"Hmm, I know," Qu Tan'er, with her eyes closed, did not open them. She arrived even sooner than expected, which showed the butler's efficiency was quite commendable.
Zhao Qingyun stepped forward, her voice filled with anger as she questioned, "Qu Tan'er, what do you mean by this? I was busy with my own affairs; how did I hinder you?"
Qu Tan'er leisurely opened her eyes but showed no intention of getting up, and calmly said, "What are you talking about, Commandery Princess? A visitor should not be a hindrance." With that simple statement, she reminded her that she was merely a guest at Eighth Prince Manor.
"I'm not in the mood to chat idly with you. Why did you have everyone sent away? What do you mean by this?" Zhao Qingyun's face turned sour, and her tone became more aggressive.
