Qi Yuefeng rapped the back of Gu Qingjiu's hand with her chopsticks gently. "Why are you saying this to your dad? Look at your rushed and careless actions. You have to abide by military rules in the military zone, don't you? Look at you. Can your mother-in… Niancheng's mother stand this?"
There wasn't a hint of elegance and demureness in the way Gu Qingjiu was filling her bowl with rice.
Qi Yuefeng severely suspected the judgment of these royal members.
'Of course. She likes me a lot."
Gu Qingjiu replied without blushing as she shoveled rice into her mouth.
Indeed, Hilda was very fond of her.
Every time they met, she would instruct the servants to prepare a load of her favorite Chinese dishes, and she also liked going shopping with her.
Only the fact that she would occasionally ask when she and Helian Niancheng would have kids made Gu Qingjiu feel a tad anxious.