Fulu said, "I don't know if my imperial cousin bribed him but you can do it.
"As long as you give them enough money, these Pinshu performers can say anything you want to hear."
Qiao Jinniang was so angry that she kept drinking the tea to quench her anger. "I'm afraid not. Even if I pay them, would they dare to speak ill of the Crown Prince?"
Fulu: "…"
This was true. Although they made stories about members of the royal family from time to time, if it were the Crown Prince, they would not dare to cross the red line.
Qiao Jinniang was not interested in listening to the Pinshu performers smearing her, so she went to the street.
Tomorrow was the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the streets were already full of lanterns.
Fulu looked at the lanterns and said, "It should be the first time for you to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival in Chang'an.
