Noble Consort Wang was dressed in luxurious attire, her entire decoration akin to a portrait, sitting gracefully on the Noble Consort Chair, with a faint smile on her face, watching Xuexue with a cheerful expression.
In the Imperial Palace, the Emperor is the authority, saying more to others is often futile, and if not handled well, it can bring trouble.
Xuexue was too lazy to explain, and responded indifferently: "Xuexue thanks the Noble Consort."
Noble Consort Wang: "Princess Consort of War Prince, no need to be courteous, as the host, it's only right for me to greet you."
After being scolded by Xuexue, Xiao Jiu dared not speak again, obediently standing on her shoulder.
Upon hearing that Xiao Jiu could speak, Noble Consort Wang curiously glanced at Xiao Jiu.
Xiao Jiu tilted its head, continuously observing her: "Chirp chirp chirp...! Immortal Sister, why are you staring at me this way?"
These words instantly amused Noble Consort Wang.
