Wei Ran Shuang bowed to Qu Qing Ju with a pale face as she joined in: “Please wang fei, don’t be angry. Mother wasn’t being deliberate and didn’t mean it like that.”
“We are all related here. There’s no need to be so strict,” Qu Qing Ju’s face softened and she smiled again. After she motioned for Wei Ran Shuang to sit down again, she continued, “If Wei furen didn’t mean it, then it’s naturally good.”
Wei Qin shi had never seen someone who could change expressions so fast. Right now, as Qu Qing Ju smiled, she could only follow: “Chen fu doesn’t know how to speak. It’s lucky that wang fei doesn’t object, wang fei is really tolerant.”
“The thoughtless words of normal people, I won’t get angry at,” Qu Qing Ju replied calmly, “Why isn’t biao mei attending in front of mufei, and also left the palace?”