Chapter 2 — King, It's Not Done! Princess... Princess has slapped Your Majesty!

I just smiled slightly.

"Your mama."

She frowned slightly.

"What advice does the princess have?"

"Before entering the door..."

"Did anyone teach you to give notice in advance?"

The whole room was silent for a moment. The wrinkles on Quy Ma Ma's face seemed to stiffen. I calmly looked at her.

"The Royal Palace's rules are so strict."

"The slave without the master's permission suddenly barged into the new room..."

"According to the rules, what should be the punishment?"

Quy's face immediately changed.

"This old slave follows the old rules of the Royal Family."

"In the old rules..."

"Is it written that you are allowed to barge into my room?"

My voice is still very calm.

"Bring it here."

Quy's lips moved slightly. But nothing came out. I turned to look at Bach Lo. Bach Lo immediately responded:

"Your mother, on the wedding night, arbitrarily barged into the main room and spoke disrespectfully to her master."

"Three months' fine and benefits."

"Go to the records room to report tomorrow."

Quy ma ma's eyes widened.

"King!"

I looked straight at her.

"Call one more time..."

"Half a year penalty."

Quy's face turned pale. The maids standing outside the door all bowed their heads, no one dared to look up. I slowly sat up straight.

"You just said..."

"The royal palace will teach me the rules."

"From tonight onwards..."

"I will also teach you a lesson."

"Just so you know..."

"Who is the mistress of the Royal Palace?"

Quy ma ma was so angry that her entire hand was shaking. She was about to open her mouth. At that moment, urgent footsteps were heard outside the door. A guard stopped in front of the door, his voice was calm:

"Your Highness, there is someone coming to the palace."

I slightly raised my eyes.

"It's the royal gate sent by the Queen Mother."

The guard hesitated for a moment.

"Three days later, the palace banquet will be opened."

"The Queen Mother passed the order, inviting the Princess to come to the palace to attend the banquet."

A glint of gloating immediately flashed in Quy's eyes. She lowered her voice:

"Your Majesty..."

"Regulations in the palace..."

"It's not something the Royal Palace can compare to."

I stood up. Conveniently hold the red towel and place it on the table. Then calmly threw it into the coal pot. The fire quickly wrapped around the red silk ribbon, burning brightly. I quietly looked at that fire. The corners of the lips curled slightly.

"That's even better."

"I also want to see..."

"Regulations in the palace..."

"In the end, can you crush someone or not?"

The next morning, before dawn, someone knocked on the door of the Royal Palace. Bach Lo opened the door, his face extremely ugly. Outside the door stood four maids. The leader is dressed in blue, holding a light-colored dress in his hand.

"Your Highness, Quy's mother told me to wear this outfit today to pay my respects."

Bach Lo just glanced at him and burst out laughing. That dress is old. Even the sleeve cuffs were frayed. I sat in front of the dressing table, slowly brushing my hair. The blue-shirted maid bowed her head.

"Your mama."

"She is the master of the Royal Palace?"

The maid choked up her words. I looked at her through the bronze mirror.

"Or is it a fate given by the Queen Mother?"

Her face immediately turned pale.

"Slave... didn't mean that."

"Then bring it back."

I put down the comb.

"Tell Mama Quy, if she likes that outfit so much..."

"Then wear it yourself and come from the street."

The blue-shirted maid stood still, not daring to retreat. She bit her lip.

"Mom still said..."

"Yesterday, the Princess punished her for her benefits, which is not in accordance with the old rules of the Royal Palace."

I burst out laughing.

"Her sent you to ask for it?"

The blue-shirted maid did not dare to answer. I stood up and walked in front of her.

"Raise your head."

She slowly raised her head. There was fear in his eyes. Just a little bit dissatisfied.

"What's the name?"

"Thanh Duong."

"Who gave you the courage..."

"Dare to bring the words of a lowly person to pressure my master?"

Thanh Duong's face immediately turned pale and he quickly knelt down.

"Please forgive me, Princess."

I didn't tell you to stand up.

"Bach Lo, go to the accounting room."

Bach Lo was stunned.

"Miss, what now?"

"Now."

I looked at Thanh Duong kneeling on the ground.

"Bring all the royal palace's internal records for the last three years here."

Thanh Duong suddenly raised his head.

"Your Highness, the books are always in charge of Quy Ma Ma."

"Then tell her to hand it over."

Thanh Duong's voice was tense.

"Mom said... The princess just entered the palace and doesn't understand the royal palace's expenses yet."

"Do I understand or not..."

"It's not her turn to decide."

We walked to the door.

"If she refuses to hand over..."

"Tell the treasurer of the records department to come see me with the key."

Half an hour later. The main hall was full of people. Mrs. Quy sat in the lower row, her face extremely unsightly. The treasurer of the books department was holding a stack of books, his palms were sweaty. Several administrators of the Royal Palace were also present. Their eyes looking at me... They all carry some part of them waiting to see a good drama.