If Qi Yu couldn't understand the implication now, those hundreds of episodes of palace dramas from her past life were in vain.
She scoffed lightly, her smile not reaching her eyes as she said to Gu Xi, "Miss Gu might not be aware, but the Princess can only eat when fed by the Prince's own hands; I'm afraid you sitting here might just infuriate you to death!"
She dragged out the tone, enunciating each word deliberately.
Trying to play the innocent with her?
Might as well see who angers whom to death first.
Even that thousand-year lotus that sprouted in the holy pond, Qi Anran, wasn't her match, let alone Gu Xi?
In terms of status, she wasn't as good as Li Huaixi.
In terms of schemes and tactics, she wasn't as good as Qi Anran.
Even her face wasn't as pleasing as Chen Shishi, who only dared to claim the title of a talent.
What did Gu Xi think she had to compete for the position of the Prince's Consort?
