Chapter 20
"Why did I forget, that villain is also the prince... What a pity, never run into him again tonight."

Yue Qinghuan murmured and came to a rockery.

"Cousin, so you are here."

Before he could catch his breath, another bitch approached the door.

Yue Qinghuan turned her head and saw Ouyang Yu and a group of ladies from aristocratic families walking towards her.

"Yu'er, she is your cousin, Miss Yue Family?"

"Pfft, why is she dressed like that..."

"It doesn't look like a lady at all, it's really ugly, it's embarrassing."

These noble girls looked at Yue Qinghuan and couldn't help covering their mouths and laughing.

Ouyang Yu brought them here just to embarrass Yue Qinghuan.

She proudly held the hand of the woman in blue clothes beside her: "Let me introduce you, this is the number one talented woman in the capital, and the third lady of Xiangfu, Li Chuyao, who is also the number one beauty in the capital."

Li Chuyao reacted coldly, she neither laughed at Yue Qinghuan like others, nor showed her favor.

As a talented woman who was promoted to the clouds, she didn't take Yue Qinghuan seriously at all.

Yue Qinghuan glanced at Li Chuyao, "I don't know if she's talented or not, maybe the number one beauty, I think the young lady over there is much prettier."

After all, he casually pointed to the girl in red not far away.

Li Chuyao's eyes suddenly changed, but she was deeply scheming, and soon returned to coldness, "These are all false names judged by others, and each has its own beauty, so there is nothing to argue about."

"How do you speak, do you understand etiquette?"

"What is Lord Baili Xiang, a woman with no connotation, even a finger of Chuyao's!"

All the girls were cursing, Li Chuyao was considered the queen of their circle of so-called talented women, and Yue Qinghuan casually pointed at her as Li Chuyao's deadly enemy.

Li Chuyao flicked her sleeves and turned around: "Forget it, let's go."

She is high above the others, there is no need to argue with an ugly duckling like Yue Qinghuan.

Ouyang Yu gave Yue Qinghuan a gouged look, "I advise my cousin to take care of herself, don't think that you have the support of King Rong, so you dare to act recklessly everywhere."

King Rong?

Li Chuyao stopped in her tracks.

A woman laughed after hearing Ouyang Yu's words: "I heard that Miss Yuefu was infatuated with the Crown Prince, and now she is going after that monster-like prince. In order to marry into the royal family, Miss Yue is really not picky. "

Yue Qinghuan frowned: "Monster?"

"Stop pretending, King Rong fought in Xiliang and killed countless people. He was a bloodthirsty monster, and there were countless dead souls behind him. Let me tell you, you might as well continue to pursue His Royal Highness. Being the prince's concubine is like being Princess Rong good."

"That's right, and the fire in the palace ten years ago completely ruined his face. Now, under that mask, there is such an ugly face."

"I'm afraid I can scare someone to death, so I have to wear a mask to cover it up every day. Alas, the queen mother spoils him so much, I don't know who to betroth to him, but it must not be me."

Girls like to gossip, these noble girls were so happy when they broke their mouths, they forgot to run on Yue Qinghuan for a while.

Li Chuyao sneered in her heart. After all, these little sisters of hers didn't know each other. No matter how ugly Prince Rong looks, he is a man with military power in his hands, even more powerful than the crown prince.

From this point of view, Yue Qinghuan still has a little scheming and knows how to please King Rong.

Li Chuyao glanced at Yue Qinghuan again. She had an average figure, bad taste, too thick make-up to reveal her original appearance, and she didn't look talented. She didn't threaten her at all.

At this moment, Yue Qinghuan had another thought in her heart.

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  Thank you Tao Zhiyao for your reward, okay?
  
 
(End of this chapter)

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