Tong Huaqiong turned around and, under the dim candlelight, saw a well-maintained noblewoman leaning out of the carriage, giving her a scornful smile.
"May I ask who you are?" Tong Huaqiong inquired.
The noblewoman's face suddenly turned very unpleasant.
"How dare you! Aren't you going to pay respects to Princess Consort Yu," the maid beside the middle-aged beauty scolded.
Tong Huaqiong rolled her eyes at the maid and said, "No one introduced me, how would I know who Princess Consort Yu is? What if she's an imposter?"
"Who in all of Shengjing would dare impersonate Princess Consort Yu?"
Indeed, just a coarse girl merchant from the countryside.
Even when the Princess Consort humbled herself to come before her, she still wouldn't bow.
If it weren't for her being the grandmother of the Heir Apparent, she would have been dragged away and executed long ago.
The maid was quite furious.
