Gu Jiao had no intention of lingering for small talk and so, did not respond.
"Since you are here to meet the Empress, why not accompany me?" said Gu Jinyu.
Just as Gu Jiao was about to say she wasn’t here to meet the Virtuous Consort, a youthful, harsh voice interrupted her.
"So, YOU are the rustic lass from the countryside!"
Gu Jinyu’s face changed slightly. He turned and bowed to a silk-robed young man, "Your Highness, the Fifth Prince!"
The Fifth Prince was seventeen this year, the same age as Gu Chenglin, but two months younger.
He inherited the Virtuous Consort’s beauty and, indeed, stood out even among the already handsome group of royal princes.
However, his arrogant and domineering attitude did not particularly endear him to Gu Jiao.
Gu Jiao barely lifted an eyelid, just glancing at him indifferently.
Standing before them, the prince looked at her in surprise. "What kind of attitude is that? Why don’t you bow when you see me?"
By rights, she should kneel, but out of respect because they are relatives, she should at least bow!
Gu Jinyu softly reminded Gu Jiao, "Sister."
Gu Jiao remained indifferent.
The prince’s anger flared further. "You’re very brazen!"
Gu Jinyu hastily stepped forward and spoke in a low voice, "Prince, my sister just entered the palace and isn’t familiar with the rules. I will educate her later. Would you please excuse her this time for the sake of our grandfather and older brother?"
Mentioning the old marquis and Gu Changqing eased the prince’s anger a bit. Even though he was naive, he understood very well that both his grandpa and elder cousin provided much support for him.
While his grandfather had officially retired, he was still working behind scenes for the Emperor, and his elder cousin was certain to be making significant contributions in the Military Camp.
Still, the Fifth Prince had no intention of letting Gu Jiao off the hook so quickly.
He asked Gu Jiao coldly, "Was that last incident your doing?"
Gu Jiao looked at him with brow furrowed, not understanding at all what he was talking about.
The Fifth Prince sneered, "You went too far! Why didn’t you inform my Empress Mother about your inventions beforehand? It caused so much misunderstanding. Even I was questioned and had my work scrutinized by Father. It’s all your fault!"
What kind of tyrant’s logic was this?
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