Jiang Xian was "invited" to the Imperial Garden by Noble Princess Consort Rong's palace maids.
To say they were impolite wasn't quite right; after all, they used the word "invite." But to say they were polite was a stretch, seeing as they looked like they wanted to tuck her under their arms and run, and fast. Jiang Xian had observed that the speed of the palanquin was determined by the state of Noble Princess Consort Rong's mood—it was quite intelligent in that way.
If her expression was peaceful, the palanquin would slow down.
If she looked displeased, the palanquin would speed up.
And right now, the eunuchs carrying the palanquin were moving as if their feet were greased, which meant the Lady's face must be as black as the bottom of a pot.
Chen Daying followed behind with tiny, hurried steps. "Sister! Sister, what will I do without you?!"
"Keep screaming and I'll throw you in the pond along with her."
Noble Princess Consort Rong looked back, shooting her a venomous glare.
