Song Yunzhao looked at the flowers brought before her. Raising her head slightly, she looked at the person who had come. "What is the meaning of this?"
Honorable Lady Dong felt a chill run down her spine under Song Yunzhao's gaze. She forced a smile and said, "Concubine Song, I wanted to place a vase of flowers on your table. Admiring flowers during the Mid-Autumn Festival adds a lovely splash of color."
Song Yunzhao said flatly, "I don't particularly care for these. Please take them back."
Honorable Lady Dong's face stiffened. She hadn't expected such a direct and decisive refusal from Song Yunzhao, and she was suddenly left in an awkward position. The vase in her hands felt like a hot potato, and she looked as if she were about to cry.
Seeing her like this, Song Yunzhao felt a bit stuck herself. 'I didn't say much, just that I didn't want the flowers. Why does Honorable Lady Dong look as if I've been bullying her?'
