CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
“The insolence of that woman!”
The speaker was the proud Lady Bidao. Her cheeks were flushed and her arms were crossed over her chest as she strode down the path with her friend at her side. “How dare she speak to us in such a manner!”
Shian nodded. “It was very rude of her. I should speak with His Majesty and see that she is punished.”
A little bit of color drained from Bidao’s cheeks. “Perhaps we shouldn’t. Those brats may side with her, after all, and there was His Majesty’s grandson among them.”
“I suppose you’re right,” Shian mused with a deep sigh.
Bidao bumped her elbow against her friend’s arm. “Of course I’m right. When have I ever been wrong?”
Shian laughed and looped her arms around one of her companion’s limbs to lead her on a righthand path. “
