Hearing Mo Xuetong's casual words, Ling Rui'er felt that she failed to influence Mo Xuetong. She took a deep breath and bit her lip, suppressing the anger surging in her heart. Then she cast a glance at the yard not far behind the trees and her eyes darkened. An imperceptible cold smile appeared in her eyes.
Even though Mo Xuetong didn't react to her words, Ling Rui'er did not believe that she would not react a while later.
"All right, Consort Xuan. Then I will not stand on ceremony. I will definitely come with His Highness to take a look at the garden of your manor in a few days. If there are some spots we like, we can improve our garden," she responded with a smile. Her tone was extremely friendly without her harsh intentions towards Mo Xuetong, as if there was no hidden strife between the two of them.
