Furious

Qiao Xuan shot her a glance and nonchalantly remarked, "So what if they are gone? They're just a few flowers. I ordered them to be picked because I value them!"

"Who says a flower-viewing banquet must have actual flowers? It's just a title, Mrs. Guan, don't take it too seriously!"

"Or did Mrs. Guan assign someone to tend to these flowers and forbid me from picking them?"

Mrs. Guan was on the verge of exploding.

Over the years, she had dealt with seven wives of the Prefect, each with varying degrees of intelligence, temperament, and attitude. However, Madam Shao was the first to barge in without any regard for the reputation of others.

It was one thing not to care about others' reputations, but did she not realize who she was? She was the wife of the Deputy Prefect!

Did she understand that for her husband to smoothly handle official matters and live peacefully in Anze Province, he had to rely on his own husband, an idiot?