Xie Qiao was still sitting calmly. She was not angry, nor was she flustered. She was smiling as if it was natural.
The expression on Concubine Rong's face changed. She was very angry, but she did not want to get angry. She could only suppress her anger. "I wonder what's so special about the Princess Consort that the Crown Prince has taken a fancy to you."
"Perhaps it's because it makes me special that my father is a bandit?" Xie Qiao casually replied.
When she said that, a few people could not help but laugh.
Was that not special?
In hundreds of years, they had never met such a person who was successfully recruited and raised his daughter to become the Princess Consort.