The Emperor chuckled, not pursuing the question of whether the Noble Consort was actually magnanimous.
He savored a few moments of the Noble Consort serving him his meal before speaking. "The matter concerning Qingliu Hall was my own doing. It was not Gu Pin's fault."
'Just listen to that.'
'His peacemaking attitude? A-plus.'
'The result? Zero.'
'If their relationship hadn't already eased, the Noble Consort would have flipped out. Defending another woman right in front of her... was he trying to play the hero saving the damsel in distress? That would only make her angrier.' Before the Noble Consort could even frown, Jiang Xian quickly interjected, "Emperor, the Noble Consort is merely concerned for me, afraid that others might speak ill of me."
The Emperor looked toward the Noble Consort. "So you two have become that close. When Gu Pin was delirious with fever, it was your name she kept muttering."
