"Auntie!"
On the way back to Yongshou Palace, Zhuang Yuexi couldn't help but call out to her aunt, Duchess Zhuang.
Duchess Zhuang gave her a side glance, "What's the matter?"
Zhuang Yuexi was a noble lady of the Zhuang family, dignified and gentle. That shout for her aunt was indeed somewhat unbecoming.
Zhuang Yuexi recognized her impropriety, handed her basket of flowers to a palace maid nearby, lifted her skirt and caught up with Duchess Zhuang. She said softly, "I have behaved improperly, please punish me, auntie."
Duchess Zhuang's voice carried an inherent dignity, "Ever since you met Miss Hui, you have been acting strangely. Speak up, what grudge do you have against her?"
"There is no grudge." Zhuang Yuexi said in a low voice.
Doesn't Duchess Zhuang know her own niece? From a young age, she was the most highly regarded lady in Capital City, intelligent and beautiful, and she had never met her match.