Yun Youlian was already fuming, but when her maid tugged at the hem of her dress, she seemed to have a sudden realization. Her twisted facial expression eased, and the curse that was about to escape her lips was swallowed back, "Princess Consort, I know I was wrong, please don't hold it against me. I have been in the King's residence for three years and have grown accustomed to the life here. To suddenly ask me to leave would be to ask for my life; I beg you to spare me this once."
Qu Tan'er blinked blankly.
What game was this woman playing now?
"I beg the Princess Consort to forgive Youlian. I swear I will never hinder you in the future, nor will I ever anger you again," Yun Youlian said urgently. Suddenly, she knelt down, her eyes brimming with tears that looked ready to spill, yet they did not fall, though she put on a pitiful expression.
Eh?! She, she, she...Yun Youlian was pulling this move on her?
