Lin Xi whispered in the Crown Princess Consort's ear, "The young lady from the Duke of Yongan Residence has been staring at you."
The Crown Princess Consort didn't need Lin Xi to say it; she already sensed it. She was well aware of the intentions of the Duke of Yongan Residence. Even if the Crown Prince had no intention of marrying a concubine, even if he did, it would not be from the Duke of Yongan Residence.
The Crown Princess Consort thought of her husband and felt melancholic. The Crown Prince was not unkind to her; they just lacked deep affection. They had been married for many years, and the passion that should have bloomed early in their union seemed to have faded.
Seeing Lin Xi continue to stare, the Crown Princess Consort asked in confusion, "What's the matter?"
Lin Xi's smile gradually faded, "Zhuo Ya's new wife's headpiece looks so familiar."
The Crown Princess Consort, being a perceptive person, asked, "Is there something amiss?"
