"The Princess Consort likes it, that is good." Steward Zhou, who seemed to materialize out of nowhere, respectfully bowed his head and responded to Qu Tan'er.
Qu Tan'er nodded her head, neither hurried nor slow she continued to put the snack into her mouth.
Her demeanor was utterly beautiful… and infuriating.
"The Prince has instructed that the Princess Consort should not stay outside too long, fearing you might catch a cold," the steward said.
"I know, I'll go inside after I finish this one."
"Then I shall take my leave," Steward Zhou said, bending slightly before withdrawing.
At this moment, Qu Tan'er's gaze shifted back to Zhao Qingyun, her smile even wider. She wanted to see if Zhao Qingyun dared to harm even a single hair on her, especially now that she was pregnant, if...
"Are you flaunting this to me?" Zhao Qingyun asked coldly.
