When drama starts to brew, everyone gets a taste. No one is safe from the splash.
Princess Consort Wan looked up at Song Yunzhao. "Song Jieyu, there is no need to bring others into this. Princess Consort Zhuang simply wants to know your own thoughts."
Song Yunzhao looked at Princess Consort Wan, her face a mask of surprise. "A moment ago, it was Princess Consort Zhuang who was asking me a question. Why must you waste your breath on me, Princess Consort Wan?"
'You can't even keep your own mouth shut, yet you're trying to police me? How about you get yourself in order first.'
Princess Consort Wan: ...
The noble women: ...
'I really don't have a hidden talent for being virtuous and demure,' Song Yunzhao sighed to herself. 'These people are forcing me to put on the airs of a favored concubine. What else can I do?'
'But give the people what they want, of course.'
