"Mother, in any case, I won't like anyone other than Little Jiu. You Don't have to waste your energy," Di Beiming said with a cold face.
The palace mistress was so angry that she almost fell on her back. This son of hers had always had an inexpressive demeanor since he was young. The older he grew, the fussier he became. 'He had never spoken to me properly before. Now, because of this little trash, hee's even speaking coldly to me. It's simply infuriating!'
"Little trash, remember what you said! Let's go!" The palace mistress felt that if she stayed any longer, she would probably be even more upset. At most, she would wait for another five years. 'At that time, I'll see what she has to say!'
"Palace Mistress, aren't you going to stay and have some food before you leave? My roasted meat is very delicious!" Yun Chujiu said with a smile.