Su Yingxue felt a surge of irritation boil up to her forehead, "Your granddad over my dead body!"
Leng Shuqing and Leng Muling flinched, and Leng Muling covertly tugged at Leng Shuqing's sleeve, "Sister, is this Miss Su Yingxue? The future empress, why is she behaving so..."
Rudely?
And in front of the emperor, isn't she afraid of his blame?
Leng Shuqing was also quite shocked, but she was more composed than Leng Muling and patted the back of her hand, "Don't speak carelessly."
"Oh." Leng Muling's eyes flickered, thinking if the future empress could be like this, then why couldn't she, Leng Muling, enter the palace and have a go?
She had thought that since Su Yingxue was from the Marquis's Manor and so outstanding, she must have something exceptional about her, but now it seemed, apart from beauty, there wasn't much noteworthy.