"Qiao Xin, speak more carefully." Fuh Xi wanted to understand more clearly; this was completely different from what she had imagined.

She had known since birth that a woman’s life could only depend on a man.

She was the daughter of a brothel girl, born into disgrace and impurity. She knew from a young age that when she came of age, she would also become a girl in the brothel.

Sure enough, the Madam found her pretty and didn’t make her do hard labor. After proper training, she became the new Oiran.

She originally thought her fate was to stay in the brothel, getting acquainted with various men, but unexpectedly, she was taken away by the current Prince Ling.

She could see that what Prince Ling liked was nothing more than her face.

To her, whether Prince Ling liked her face or her body was fortunate; it was better than dealing with endless men.

She knew Prince Ling would certainly marry a Princess Consort, and his thoughts wouldn’t dwell on her. Her advantage was her face.

Actually, she just wanted a child, to not be forgotten by Prince Ling, without aiming for a higher status.

The Princess Consort entered the mansion with a rather unreasonable demeanor. She thought the other party was foolish and became even more indifferent as she planned to watch the other party self-destruct, assuming she would be despised by Prince Ling.

She knew a bit about this man; he would definitely show no mercy to any woman who defied him. Over the years, she had remained by his side, probably relying on her face.

Never had she expected the Princess Consort to be so arrogant, and not only did she not suffer, but the one who did suffer was the Prince.

She didn’t know what happened in the room, but the Princess Consort came out clean, walking with a breeze, clearly not disadvantaged.

The Prince’s disgraced appearance must have been caused by the Princess Consort!

After hearing Qiao Xin recount Qiann Yan’s past affairs, Fuh Xi was even more certain.

With such behavior, did the Prince not do anything to the Princess Consort? Was the Prince afraid of the Princess Consort?

In the past, those women who deceived the Prince or had other thoughts all received a good punishment from the Prince.

But the Princess Consort safely returned to her room.

Qiao Xin didn’t notice Fuh Xi’s expression and continued worriedly, "The Princess Consort like this, the Prince will certainly not like it. I’m truly afraid she’ll fall out of favor."

"You can go back now." Fuh Xi interrupted Qiao Xin, thinking she was just a treacherous maid who would spill everything over two pieces of cake. She wouldn’t get close to such a person, except maybe giving some benefits to learn something from her, "If you’re hungry, go find Bi Ye."

"Thank you, Miss Fuh Xi, you truly are a good person." Qiao Xin left, deeply touched, glancing back with every few steps.

Fuh Xi held a faint smile.

Qiao Xin thought to herself, if she were serving under such a master, life would be much lighter.

The Princess Consort had surely fallen out of favor now, and the Prince probably wouldn’t come by. Not showing up during the wedding, how could she expect to be favored? Qiao Xin bit her handkerchief, feeling a bit stifled.

"Bi Ye, henceforth, whatever the Princess Consort does, avoid it; don’t obstruct or get angry—she’s someone we can’t provoke." Fuh Xi quietly advised, "The Prince suffered at her hands and vented his anger on me."

Bi Ye was somewhat unwilling: "But she’s too arrogant."

"She’s the Princess Consort, and I’m merely a concubine left in the manor. Shouldn’t she be arrogant?"

Bi Ye lowered her head: "Yes, Miss."

"I just want to stay in a stable place; people whom can’t be provoked, we must avoid. She can afford to be arrogant, but I can’t. To me, the Prince is my heaven." Fuh Xi’s voice was low, "Who wouldn’t wish to behave freely and arrogantly like the Princess Consort?"

"Can’t compare."