Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

"I want to go in now. Do you, a servant, dare to stop me now!?"

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

The housekeeper lowered his head and did not dare to say a word.

Princess Zhaoyang's sharp gaze sent chills down his back. He gritted his teeth and was about to continue saying something.

But the next second, another servant ran out of the house.

He ran to the butler and whispered to him.

"The lady is up and says she can welcome the princess."

The butler then looked at him.

After hesitating for a moment, he looked at Zhaoyang again.

The servants were not allowed to look at the master. He did not dare to look at him, so he avoided him and made way for him. He bowed and said, "Your Highness, please."

Princess Zhaoyang raised her chin high and walked in without looking away.

The pace is hasty and menacing.

The housekeeper wanted to welcome her to the living room, but unexpectedly, Princess Zhaoyang turned and pointed directly at the inner courtyard.

The inner courtyard is where adults live, so she had obviously done enough homework before coming.

The housekeeper was extremely anxious about this, "Your Highness, you are going in the wrong direction. This is -"

"Go away!" Princess Zhaoyang responded with a cold eyebrow.

With a look, the palace guard following behind him pushed the butler away and told him to shut up.

It's really arrogant and domineering to the extreme.

The housekeeper's mouth was covered and he screamed, watching Zhaoyang walking through the corridor and walking along the path.

Then, in the quiet back garden, a group of people in full formation ran directly into that figure.

That figure was sitting calmly in the courtyard, drinking tea leisurely, wearing a big cloak, and his red color was even more flamboyant.

The snow on the cobblestone road had been cleared away by the servants long ago. At this time, in the back garden, except for the few wintersweet trees standing proudly and the evergreen cedar, all the other flowers were gone.

Therefore, the most gorgeous thing in the garden turned out to be the light red color.

Twisting the tea lotus with her white thin fingers, she gently poured the black tea from the tea tray into the pot. The boiling teapot was filled with steam and the aroma of freshly melted tea.

Seeing this, Princess Zhaoyang was so angry that she almost vomited blood.

She was so angry that she jumped up and down in the palace, but this bitch was actually drinking tea? ! ?

She took a deep breath, trying not to distort her face.

He strode over with a fierce aura, as if he was going to slap him in the next second.

"Who are you?" She didn't even use the more polite greetings she usually used, and just asked right away.

The woman sitting on the porcelain seat, without raising her eyelids, held the porcelain white teacup with a wooden clamp and rolled it in the boiling water.

His movements were neither hasty nor slow, and his tone was even calmer, "I am Rong Li's wife, Yun Si."

Of course Princess Zhaoyang has heard of this name.

This is what Rong Li mentioned when he rejected her.

The expression on Princess Zhaoyang's face was almost distorted, "Bold! Since you are a commoner, why don't you be polite when you see this princess?!"

Yun Si, who was slowly pouring tea, laughed and said nothing.

He poured a cup of tea, stood up, and gently placed it in front of her, "Your Royal Highness the Princess is a thousand years old."

"The weather is cold, would you like a cup of hot tea, Princess?"

When she turned around, Zhaoyang could see her face completely.

The woman is wearing a colorful winter skirt and a bright-colored cloak to keep her warm. She has snow-skinned and beautiful eyebrows, and her appearance is charming but not ordinary.

She curled her lips and smiled slightly, her aura was kind, and she did not show any hostility. There seemed to be a shadow of Rong Li in her words and deeds.