Chapter 12: Chapter 12 Disciplining a Certain Lord's Concubine 1

"Tan'er——" Su Yuela still wanted to say something but was interrupted by Qu Tan'er, "Will you regret coming to the Eighth Prince Manor with me?" "No." "Hmm, that's good, then. It's nothing, you all go to sleep now. I've been busy all day and I'm tired." Qu Tan'er grinned, her delicate hand pointing towards the door, indicating they should handle it themselves. But the next moment, she thought of something, and her beautiful eyes pretended to look pitifully at Jing Xin, "Jing Xin, please help me take down that pot of ice water from the top of the bed canopy; I'm afraid I might get drenched in the middle of the night." Jing Xin glanced at her and knowingly walked towards the bed. When Su Yuela left, Qu Tan'er approached and whispered something in Yuela's ear. Su Yuela heard it but felt bewildered, nonetheless nodded. A good night's sleep, and the sky was already bright. The person lying in bed had no intention of opening her eyes. The maid standing by the bed was waiting very patiently. "Master, it's dawn; you should wake up now," Jing Xin called softly. "Hmm, I know." Qu Tan'er's voice emerged from the quilt, thick with nasal sound. "Master has been awake for a long time?" "Hmm, I woke up when you came in." She was lying in bed but it didn't mean she would sleep like a dead pig; her sensitivity was no less than Jing Xin's. "Then why didn't Master get up?" "I was waiting." Jing Xin was taken aback, not understanding. "Waiting for when you'll speak; however, you spoke earlier than usual today. At least I hadn't finished counting these two hundred sheep." Qu Tan'er flipped off the quilt, looking somewhat roguishly at Jing Xin. Jing Xin rolled her eyes, reminding, "Master, someone is waiting for you outside." "Oh, who?" No wonder. "I heard it's a concubine from the Eighth Prince Manor, Lady Yi, waiting in the side hall," Jing Xin replied. "And then?" "Master should get up now." "Oh." Sigh, these people really have nothing better to do. By the time Qu Tan'er and Jing Xin came out of the room, the sky was already bright—no, the sun had risen to the middle of the sky. As for the concubine waiting in the side hall, she had been waiting long enough to be impatient, though she couldn't show it. Qu Tan'er glanced lightly. Sure enough, she saw a standard "wealthy" beauty. "You must be the Princess Consort, Xiangnong..." "No need to get up, stay seated; I'm going to sit down anyway." Yi Xiangnong, seeing Qu Tan'er entering the room, had intended to stand and greet her, but just as her buttocks left the chair, Qu Tan'er's words halted her movement, temporarily freezing her there. Her face turned slightly ugly, and she gritted her teeth but still endured it, saying, "Hehe, then Xiangnong won't be polite; please sit, sister." "I heard you were looking for me; may I know for what reason?" Qu Tan'er smiled faintly, sitting leisurely at the head seat, painting an approachable image, without a hint of arrogance. From the first glance stepping into the side hall, seeing Yi Xiangnong, she knew a tough character had arrived. Heavy makeup, brilliantly colored clothes, jewelry and accessories, she was sparkling all over. One couldn't help but wonder, was this woman here to show off how many valuable things she had? But the face was indeed beautiful, enchantingly beautiful, though… if Mo Liancheng kissed her, would it be a mouthful of cosmetic powder? Her health was suspect."