Song Yunzhao left.
Lu Zhixue's face darkened with anger. "She's just so arrogant!"
Hearing this, Qin Xiyue felt a rare flash of irritation. "I told you long ago that she's never been one to take a loss, but you just wouldn't listen. In the palace, her rank is higher than yours. You have to defer to her, unless you can get His Majesty to protect you."
Lu Zhixue sensed the displeasure in Qin Xiyue's voice. She shot her a look and sneered, "You're right. I was reckless. I'm sorry for dragging you into my mess today. In the future, I won't dare trouble you again."
Lu Zhixue stormed off, flicking her sleeves. Qin Xiyue was too angry to stop her. 'With a temper like that,' she thought, 'she's bound to suffer a terrible setback sooner or later.'
