"Only now does this servant understand; upon entering this Mansion, my Lady is no longer the Marquise, but the Princess. I have been foolish, to only realize this truth today. Now that the Princess still wishes to give this servant an opportunity, I shall naturally bend over backwards in dedication, heeding your every command," Bingyu gritted her teeth and said.
"You are a clever girl who, at the very least, knows to act according to the circumstances. Rest assured, I will not treat you unfairly."
Qiao Muniang gently lifted Bingyu's chin, examined her carefully, and then nodded with a smile, "Do you know of the Rong Family?"
Bingyu's eyes lit up, "Is it Lady Rong's maiden home?"
"Exactly. The eldest son of that Rong Family has not yet married. He is known for both his talents and looks, the man whom countless girls in Qinghua City yearn for. Tell me, is it better to serve as a Concubine to the Prince Heir, or to take initiative and enter the Rong Family as a Concubine first?"
