CHAPTER 1965: CHAPTER 1967: ADDING TO THE AGGRAVATION

"Didn’t freeze to death, just got a bit flushed, that’s all." Yang Chuxia’s expression was somewhat icy. "Besides, I said this is not my family’s 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 Minister’s Mansion wouldn’t 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, don’t 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, isn’t your second aunt here? Call her out, and we’ll know by asking."

"Who asked for your crappy kindness?" Yang Chuxia turned her sharp eyes towards Madam of Prime Minister, "I think you’re just idle and overfed. If you really wanted to deliver someone, you should’ve done so three days later. Bringing someone on the first day of the New Year, I think you’re just trying to bring trouble to our Prince An’s Mansion?"

"I’m telling you, I won’t accept your favor. No matter if this person is my family or not, our Prince An’s 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 An’s Mansion?"

"Madam of Prime Minister, you should be more mindful in the future. You’re 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 don’t let me see my aunt, I’ll 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 won’t break midway and leave her alive."

"Yes, Madam, I’ll 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, I’ll watch you hang. If you don’t do it today, I’ll strangle you and hang you up."

"You, you’re truly heartless!" Qian Xiaoqing’s 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.

"What’s wrong?" Back inside, Ye Zi’an asked upon seeing her bad expression.

"It’s still about Qian Xiaoqing." Yang Chuxia explained what happened yesterday with Ye Zi’an.

"Didn’t expect she came too?" Ye Zi’an raised an eyebrow. "You were right not to let her in, or she might have harbored bad intentions seeing Qingrui."

"Indeed, she’s a troublemaker, how could I let her come?"

What wasn’t said was that it’d be better if starvation took her, reducing one more trouble.

Second day of the New Year

Yang Chuxia didn’t need to return to her parents. She initially planned to visit the Mu Residence today, and inform Mu Shaoling and Ye Zi’an 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 weren’t here for a visit back to the family.

But that was the reality.

Secondary wives usually don’t return for the third day, or even for the New Year, but it’s different for secondary princess consorts, who can return during the New Year.