After Xue Fanxin finished promoting her pill exchange activity, she finally turned her attention to the woman. "Miss, you're not beautiful at all with your fierce glare."
"You…" The woman still wanted to scold her, but for some reason, she felt afraid when she faced Xue Fanxin. The words got stuck in her throat and she could not utter them at all.
This woman's aura was so powerful.
Fortunately, her master intervened. Otherwise, she really did not know what to do.
The person in the palanquin was still sitting in the sedan chair and did not come out. Her attitude couldn't be more arrogant. "So this is the Ninth Imperial Consort. What happened today was purely a misunderstanding. Please forgive me."
These words were indeed an apology, but her tone and attitude didn't show any sincerity. She did not look like she was apologizing at all; rather, she was perfunctory.
