"Tao'er?" Mo Xikang's tone of voice turned grave.
Su Xitao stomped her foot and reluctantly bowed. She said to Mo Lian and Qiao Mu, "Tao'er was being unruly earlier. Please forgive me for the affront."
The circumstances forced her to temporarily lower her head. It wasn't that she wanted to save the face of that crown prince consort who came from a village!
Su Xitao pursed her lips, barely suppressing the disdain in her eyes.
Who knew how much longer she could remain as the crown prince consort? His Majesty would find a reason to dismiss and replace her sooner or later.
Frankly speaking, all these patrician families in the capital had adopted a wait and see attitude. They all did not think well of this young crown prince consort's prospects.
