"Commandery Princess, this soup is from the small kitchen..."
"Clang clang—" Zheng Nianru threw the bowl in her hand, and Fu Dong immediately glanced at Xue Liu, who had already knelt down. Was it her first day serving before the Commandery Princess? Didn't she know what should and shouldn't be said?
Kneeling, Xue Liu wished she could slap her own mouth. She saw the Commandery Princess sipped and seemed to like it, so she spoke, hoping to please her, but forgot that the cooks in the small kitchen were arranged by the Crown Prince.
'Commandery Princess—' Xue Liu's face turned pale.
"You may leave—" Zheng Nianru didn't mean to take her anger out on anyone. If it was Zheng Congyuan's fault, then it was his fault. It had been two days since they returned from Weixing Mountain, two whole days, and Zheng Congyuan hadn't visited once. Not even a ghost from the Crown Prince's Mansion showed up at Prince Duan's Mansion.
