55 The Princess Consort's Fury

When Shangguan Yan left the Xiao Manor, it was around noon. It wasn't early nor late. If she successfully picked up the three children, she could still make it back to the Xiao Manor in time for lunch.

An extremely luxurious carriage that was almost comparable to an Empress carriage swaggered all the way.

"Shangguan Yan again!"

"She always makes herself look like a Princess Consort, afraid that others won't know that she's here!"

"If I were her, I would find a hole in the ground and hide myself. I wouldn't go anywhere!"

"Yes, she still has the cheek to go out…"

Shangguan Yan had heard such comments for ten to twenty years, and her ears were about to turn calluses. The new maidservant's face turned red and white, but Shangguan Yan did not even lift her eyelids. She only gently blew on her newly trimmed nails.