"Rest assured, Princess Consort," the wedding planner said as she tossed her long embroidered handkerchief and covered her mouth, giggling away.
Her demeanor resembled that of a brothel courtesan flirting with a patron.
Three black lines appeared on Feng Yueya's forehead.
So that made her one of the brothel's patrons...
"Xiao Cui, quickly bring the rouge jewelry. Let the Princess Consort see if she's satisfied," the wedding planner called out to the maid outside the door.
Xiao Cui?!
Feng Yueya felt another flush of embarrassment.
It seemed all maids were called Xiao Cui...
Before long, a maid who was slightly bowing her head led the way in, presumably Xiao Cui.
She was followed by two other maids, each carrying an inlaid, golden rosewood box.
"Princess Consort, these are the jewelry the Prince ordered me to prepare for you," the wedding planner indicated the first rosewood box with her delicate hands.
