As Li Jizhou looked teasingly at her, the Princess Consort's face grew increasingly unsightly.
"This junior is unwell, I take my leave!" Unable to imagine what other inconceivable acts this foppish Seventh Prince might do, the Princess Consort chose to retreat.
"Stop!" However, how could Li Jizhou let her go so easily?
"Since this palace has said it will teach you how to manage the prince's mansion, none of you can leave, or you will be defying the prince's command, punishable by death!"
The Princess Consort's delicate face instantly froze.
The second steward's corpse lay right before her eyes; she dared not gamble, and unwillingly, she took a deep breath and returned to her original position.
"You, what is your name and current position?" Li Jizhou no longer looked at the Princess Consort, instead turning his gaze to an elderly man standing at the forefront in the hall.
