Shen Yunxi pursed her lips in displeasure, "Noble Consort!"
Ever since the palace banquet that day, when she discovered the other face hidden behind Zhang Noble Consort's exterior, Zhang had not treated her with the same warmth as before.
Zhang Noble Consort teased with a laugh, "I almost forgot, our Crown Princess Consort is quite the jealous little pot. It's my fault—I shouldn't have brought up the matter of suggesting the Crown Prince take another concubine."
Having been in the palace for so many years, Shen Yunxi had grown adept at reading people and situations. She could easily discern that Zhang's words, while sounding intimate, were actually a public jab at her for being narrow-minded and petty, lacking the deportment expected of a Crown Princess Consort.
She couldn't help but roll her eyes.
Hmph, the old green tea!
Meanwhile, the Eleventh Prince and Thirteenth Prince had already selected their consorts.
