This old slave really bullied her. He really thought she was a soft persimmon, so easy to control?

She suppressed her anger and said, "Butler, is this what the prince asked you to warn me?"

The housekeeper was stunned for a moment, "No"

Xintang slapped his palm on the table, gritted his teeth and said angrily: "The prince didn't ask you to say that, what qualifications do you have to teach me a lesson?"

The housekeeper was shuddered by her slap, and tried his best to defend himself: "Old slave, I am doing this for the best of my wife..."

"Get out of here!" Xintang pointed at the door and yelled angrily.

"Disappear quickly from my eyes, otherwise, don't blame me for being rude to you!"

She was really angry. It seemed like a good person was being bullied!

She just said a few words to someone, and even the damn servants in this house wanted to accuse her! Why should he?

The butler reluctantly withdrew.

"I'm so angry!"

Xintang sat down on the golden pier, her eyebrows raised, her face full of anger, her chest heaving with excitement,

"Damn slave, a slave who looks down on others!

What qualifications does he have to question me?

Warn me? Who does he think he is? A dog slave who has been stabbed a thousand times..."

Yuemei quickly came over to comfort her,

"My dear, don't be angry, or you may end up getting angry. It's not worth it to be with that kind of person..."

"You too!" Xintang frowned, "It's Jun Moli's birthday, why didn't you tell me?

If my servants knew that I, as a princess, don’t even know when my husband’s birthday is, wouldn’t I be laughed at to death?”

Moreover, last year’s birthday was organized by the princess, but this year she didn’t remember the prince’s birthday. Isn’t it puzzling?

Yuemei murmured: "The mansion has already started making preparations.
Chapter completed!