Jiang Ning scanned the area, pretending not to see, and walked straight forward.
But she was stopped.
"Are you... the Princess Consort of Yu?" Concubine Xian looked at her somewhat incredulously.
"What can I do for you, Concubine Xian?" Jiang Ning asked coldly.
How could this Concubine Xian, who raised a son like Li Jixian, be any good?
Jiang Ning considered herself a petty person, and held a grudge against both mother and son, so she had no good face for Concubine Xian.
However, Concubine Xian stopped her from leaving: "Princess Consort of Yu, did you come from the Ancestral Temple?"
"No."
"But the only place in that direction is the Ancestral Temple."
"I'm just passing by." Jiang Ning frowned, "If Concubine Xian has no other matters..."
"I have something." Concubine Xian stopped her and looked her up and down, "Princess Consort of Yu, your leg..."
"My leg has healed."
"How is that possible?"
"You could say it's a blessing in disguise."