1262 Her True Colors
"Miss Xin is certainly Xueyin's friend." Commandery Princess Yi'an picked up her teacup and smiled at Xin Yu'er. "Allow me to offer Miss Xin a toast with tea in place of wine."
The two people each sipped several cups of tea, each harboring their own nefarious intentions, before Xin Yu'er stood up to take her leave an hour later.
After exiting the teahouse, Baoyan couldn't resist looking back and scowling in ridicule, "What Commandery Princess Yi'an is she if she can't even cough up 20 thousand mystic currency. Does she think other people are unaware of her identity."
"Young Master, why must you get close to this woman."
"You're talking too much." 'Xin Yu'er' swept Baoyan a cold glance. "I told you not to follow me, yet you just had to do so. I naturally have my own matters I need to handle."
Baoyan could not help getting agitated. "You couldn't still be thinking of that stoic-faced crown prince consort, right! Last time we were almost unable to leave the Mo Kingdom capital!"
"What do you understand." After saying this, 'Xin Yu'er' did not say any more and walked toward the inn with a wave of the hand.
He was staying here to find an opportunity to talk to Lil' Blockhead. He… refused to accept this.
On the other hand, Commandery Princess Yi'an was in an extremely good mood after leaving the teahouse, so she planned to stroll around for a bit with Xu'er before returning to the palace.
As the saying went, out of debt, out of burden. After having just shucked off a debt of 20 thousand mystic currency, she planned to go to a jewelry shop nearby that she frequented to pick out a quality piece in celebration.
Xu'er was also extremely joyful as she walked beside her. "That Miss Xin is quite tactful. In any case, it is her greatest fortune to be able to make friends with someone as honorable as the commandery princess. The commandery princess possesses unparalleled talent and looks, not to mention modest, courteous, and sweet-tempered. She has accumulated this good luck for eight lifetimes in order to make friends with the commandery princess."
Commandery Princess Yi'an pressed her lips together as she pranced in delight down the road.
As long as Xu'er didn't say anything that overstepped any bounds, she very much liked her slick tongue.
Suddenly, Yi'an paused her footsteps, her gaze settling on two girls who were walking over in the opposite direction.
Her originally good mood was abruptly replaced by the pique in her heart. Her smile had also frozen on her face.
One of the girls that was walking over was actually wearing the exact same hairpin as her, and her clothes were pretty much the same as hers too—a yellow short garment paired with a pink sheer skirt. However, from the looks of it, the other party's sheer skirt contained more fine details. A swarm of multicolored butterflies had been embroidered on the lower hem of her skirt. When she walked, the skirt would flutter and cause the butterflies to dance. It looked very pleasing to the eye.
Yi'an's rage involuntarily flared up from the bottom of her heart.
When Xu'er saw this, she quickly turned around and sent the two concealed hidden guards a look.
Soon, the two hidden guards pursued the two young ladies and stopped them after making a turn into an alley.
Yi'an walked slowly into that alley with Xu'er. As she sized up that young lady who had dressed up similarly to her, the rage in her heart flared up even higher.
That girl looked dull and ordinary, and her eyes were also quite small. The girl's features combined could not even match a tenth of her beauty.
The two young ladies who had been stopped by the hidden guards were cowering with fear and trepidation as they looked at Yi'an and her escort.
"Miss, you, do you need something?"
Xu'er walked up and gave the girl with the butterfly skirt a sound slap. "You're extremely audacious! You actually intend to dress yourself up as our commandery princess?"
"Wh-What?" The girl with the butterfly skirt was promptly confounded.
She simply couldn't understand why this commandery princess had stopped her.
