Feng Yunjin met Lu Zhixue's incredulous gaze and spoke slowly. "Think about it. The Emperor's relationship with the Empress Dowager is strained. With her niece entering the palace, do you think the Emperor doesn't know her motive? I suspect that even if Song Zhaoyi did nothing, the Emperor wouldn't give her a second look."
Lu Zhixue considered this and saw some truth in it, but she still said, "In any case, if she stays in the palace and becomes a concubine, having the Empress Dowager's backing will be a huge problem. We'll have to walk on eggshells around her. Just think how infuriating that would be."
Hearing this, Feng Yunjin laughed. "You have a point, but it's not our place to interfere in this matter."
"I don't know what Princess Consort Zhuang is thinking," Lu Zhixue said, exasperated. "It looks like she's trying to push this through, and it's definitely aimed at Song Zhaoyi."
