Song Yunzhao sat there, leisurely and at ease. When someone looked her way, she met their gaze with a smile, which was enough to make them feel embarrassed.
Thick-skinned Song scores another win.
A strange silence fell over the scene. Consort Shu suppressed her simmering anger, looked at Song Yunzhao, and said coolly, "Consort Song, in a few days, your tooth cards will be presented to the imperial court. His Majesty holds you in such high regard; I'm sure you will be the one to come out on top. I congratulate you in advance."
Hearing Consort Shu's words, Song Yunzhao could feel the atmosphere shift as everyone's expressions changed. Only Consort Zhuang appeared unfazed, though she would have been more convincing if her grip on her fan wasn't so tight.
