HRPM – Chapter 184 Battle Against the Mistress (2)

“What are you yelling for? Is this my house or yours? A mere maid dares to behave so outrageously in front of me, Jin Luoluo? If you dare say another word, I’ll immediately have my servants throw you out to feed the dogs.”

The maid had not expected Jin Luoluo to be so fierce. Her earlier arrogance instantly vanished without even a spark left.

She shrank back behind Yang Ruoyao, not daring to utter a single sound.

Seeing her maid being scolded into submission by Jin Luoluo, Yang Ruoyao’s pretty face alternated between red and pale with anger.

She had underestimated Jin Luoluo’s arrogance. She had assumed Jin Luoluo was also a well-behaved noble young lady who would surely be intimidated by her imposing manner. Unexpectedly, the moment she arrived, Jin Luoluo had given her a sharp warning first.

Yang Ruoyao’s face also turned cold. “Miss Jin, what is the meaning of this? I came to visit you, and this is how you treat your guests?”

Jin Luoluo was even harder to deal with than the previous prince consorts.

“What kind of guest are you supposed to be? I honestly can’t tell. I asked who you were, and you wouldn’t say. I asked what you came for, and you still wouldn’t say. My time is valuable—I don’t have time to dawdle around with you. If you have something to say, say it. If you have a fart, let it out. If not, leave.”

Yang Ruoyao trembled with anger. Never in her life had anyone dared treat her so rudely. Jin Luoluo had actually told her to “let out her fart”—how vulgar.

But she was the prime minister’s daughter. She couldn’t lower herself to the level of such a crude woman.

She proudly lifted her chin and said disdainfully, “I am Yang Ruoyao.”

Yang Ruoyao?

Jin Luoluo searched through her memory and still couldn’t recall the name. Instantly, she grew even more impatient.

“Never heard of you, never heard of you. Seriously, why do women these days all think they’re goddesses or something, assuming everyone knows who they are? And the way you speak comes out bit by bit like you’re constipated. So annoying. Are you finished talking yet? Could you please say everything at once?”

Yang Ruoyao’s chest heaved with anger. She actually didn’t know who Yang Ruoyao was.

How was that possible? Jin Luoluo was about to become Xiao Che’s prince consort—how could she not know about the romantic affairs between Xiao Che and her? The whole court tacitly understood it. Anyone with even a little knowledge would know.

“I am Yang Ruoyao, daughter of the prime minister. Surely you’ve heard about me and the Third Prince!”

“I really haven’t. So you’re that jinx’s mistress. These days even the prime minister’s daughter is willing to be the other woman? Impressive. I thought this era was supposed to be conservative, but it turns out some women are quite ahead of their time~~”