Mo Fengyang hadn't arrived, but her voice preceded her, "I was wondering who was here—it turns out to be the Eighth Princess Consort and the future Eighth concubine." As she spoke, she cast a cold glance over the situation by the lake.
Seeing Zhao Qingyun's expression, Qu Tan'er confirmed her own guess.
This woman, Mo Fengyang, wasn't one to sit still and behave.
It was no surprise that she was going crazy at the prospect of Zhao Qingyun having a chance to marry Mo Liancheng. After all, before she entered the scene, the two had been openly and secretly competing against each other. So, it was quite normal for her to secretly play a trick on Zhao Qingyun now. However, Zhao Yunqing was now like a rider who can't get off the tiger, uncertain of how to end this situation.
Mo Fengyang came closer, and with a light laugh asked, "What's going on here? Why are there servants playing in the water in the cold lotus pond?"
