Old Madam Tao frowned, thinking to herself: This appearance is somewhat familiar, but I still can't recall!
However... a vague sense of panic began to arise in her heart.
It always feels like I've seen this somewhere.
Consort Zheng sneered again.
"It seems the old madam's eyes aren't quite effective!"
She adjusted her high, tightly-bunned temples and then sneered once again.
"Oh dear, I've almost forgotten!"
"Eyes placed atop the head... indeed might not work well!"
"Only when they're on the face do they work well, wouldn't you agree, Old Madam Tao?!"
Each word she uttered carried the weight of questioning majesty, it carried the dignity of a top-tier consort of the Great Chu Royal Family.
Such dignity isn't innate but cultivated through two decades within the palace.
No matter how wealthy ordinary families are, they cannot possess such an aura.
Thus...
Old Madam Tao's heart began to panic inexplicably, sweat started to dot her forehead and back bit by bit.
"I..."
