While the two of them walked together, a veritable festival of schadenfreude was underway in the perfumed and glamorous Jianzhang Palace.
The one enjoying it the most was Lu Ronghua.
Today, she held a fan that half-covered her lips, but her smile still couldn't be contained, spilling out from behind it. "What goes around, comes around. It's finally her turn." Back in the imperial mansion, the Noble Consort had stolen the Emperor's attention from her numerous times, a grudge she had held ever since.
Ma Wanyi shot her a glance.
"I don't seem to understand what Lu Ronghua is saying. Why don't you speak a little more clearly, so we can all have a laugh?"
Hui Pin chimed in, "I'd like to have a laugh, too."
Both women wanted to see some drama, but their allegiances differed.
