"I can see that the Master is unhappy. But Master, can't you conform to the local customs? Be more open-minded? Besides, everyone has witnessed the Prince's affection for you."
"Conform to the local customs? That's a good phrase, haha!" Qu Tan'er paused and then chuckled lightly, but her laughter was devoid of any warmth, "Jing Xin, when have I not conformed to the local customs? At the Eighth Prince Manor now, there are still a bunch of women. It's just one more Zhao Qingyun, isn't it?"
"Master—"
"No need to say more, you may leave. Let me have some time alone to cool off."
"Yes. I will go and prepare dinner for the Master," Jing Xin complied as she left.
