On the Emperor's birthday, the whole nation celebrated, and everyone offered their congratulations.
Song Ci sat properly in the Cining Palace, adorned in full ceremonial attire, watching the concubines and noblewomen exchanging verbal barbs. She thought to herself, palace intrigue, indeed, its reputation is well deserved.
Look at these young ones, every single one of them is like they've trained their tongues to be made of steel. They're like little cannons, shooting off words with such sharpness, each one more adept than the last.
When it comes to the art of verbal confrontation, it's about insulting you in a roundabout way, so you can't tell, or if you do, you can't rebut.
Song Ci felt she learned something.
She watched with great interest, but Empress Dowager Wang found it irritating and said, "Seeing these young ones, sharp with their words, makes me feel, along with you, Aci, that we're getting old."
Song Ci: "..."
