Song Yunzhao paid no mind to the others' gazes, smiling as she took her seat.
The corner of Consort Shu's mouth twitched. 'I think I've just learned another trick.'
Most of the women weren't familiar with the Empress Dowager, so they relied entirely on Princess Consort Zhuang to liven up the atmosphere, with Qin Xiyue assisting her. The hall was filled with constant laughter, creating a scene of perfect harmony—at least on the surface.
It was the first day of paying respects, so everyone was likely minding their own reputation. No one did anything too out of line, and even the occasional verbal spar was considered normal.
The Empress Dowager acted exceedingly kind, looking especially eager about the child in Song Yunzhao's womb. It couldn't help but bring a certain phrase to Song Yunzhao's mind: 'This is death by praise.'
