"Didnât freeze to death, just got a bit flushed, thatâs all." Yang Chuxiaâs expression was somewhat icy. "Besides, I said this is not my familyâs relative. Madam of Prime Minister, please take her away. If you truly feel sorry for her, you can take her in. I believe the Prime Ministerâs Mansion wouldnât miss an extra pair of chopsticks."
After saying that, without giving the other party a chance to speak, Yang Chuxia waved her hand, "Close the door! If this person comes again, donât open it."
"Yes!"
"Alas, how can you be like this?" Madam of Prime Minister was displeased, "I kindly brought your family relative here. Look at your attitude. Moreover, whether she is really your family or not, isnât your second aunt here? Call her out, and weâll know by asking."
"Who asked for your crappy kindness?" Yang Chuxia turned her sharp eyes towards Madam of Prime Minister, "I think youâre just idle and overfed. If you really wanted to deliver someone, you shouldâve done so three days later. Bringing someone on the first day of the New Year, I think youâre just trying to bring trouble to our Prince Anâs Mansion?"
"Iâm telling you, I wonât accept your favor. No matter if this person is my family or not, our Prince Anâs Mansion will not take her in. Take her away the way you brought her." Yang Chuxia snorted coldly, "A person who covets wealth and is vain wants to enter Prince Anâs Mansion?"
"Madam of Prime Minister, you should be more mindful in the future. Youâre already of age; stop doing those unreasonable things."
"You!"
Madam of Prime Minister was infuriated by Yang Chuxia. How could this person be so unpredictable? Yes, she was here to annoy Yang Chuxia, who had spoken back at her during the wedding banquet that day.
"Yang Chuxia, if you donât let me see my aunt, Iâll hang myself at your door."
Qian Xiaoqing, seeing that Yang Chuxia was unwilling to take her in, threatened her. But Yang Chuxia was not someone who feared threats.
"Hang yourself? Fine, go ahead, bring her some ropes, preferably those sturdy ones that wonât break midway and leave her alive."
"Yes, Madam, Iâll go right away."
The doorman acted quickly, handing the rope to Yang Chuxia, who threw it in front of Qian Xiaoqing. "The rope is here, Iâll watch you hang. If you donât do it today, Iâll strangle you and hang you up."
"You, youâre truly heartless!" Qian Xiaoqingâs heart pounded with fear at the fierceness in her eyes.
Too lazy to deal with her, Yang Chuxia asked again, "Still going to hang?"
Qian Xiaoqing remained silent, unsure of how to cause further trouble.
Seeing her silence, Yang Chuxia turned and entered the courtyard, and the doorman closed the door, leaving the two in a murky situation.
"Whatâs wrong?" Back inside, Ye Ziâan asked upon seeing her bad expression.
"Itâs still about Qian Xiaoqing." Yang Chuxia explained what happened yesterday with Ye Ziâan.
"Didnât expect she came too?" Ye Ziâan raised an eyebrow. "You were right not to let her in, or she might have harbored bad intentions seeing Qingrui."
"Indeed, sheâs a troublemaker, how could I let her come?"
What wasnât said was that itâd be better if starvation took her, reducing one more trouble.
Second day of the New Year
Yang Chuxia didnât need to return to her parents. She initially planned to visit the Mu Residence today, and inform Mu Shaoling and Ye Ziâan about the meeting.
But just as she was about to leave, someone came to say that Prince Le and the Secondary Princess Consort had arrived.
Yang Chuxia was somewhat sweating, hoping they werenât here for a visit back to the family.
But that was the reality.
Secondary wives usually donât return for the third day, or even for the New Year, but itâs different for secondary princess consorts, who can return during the New Year.