The newly arrived concubines wouldn't know, but those who had been in the palace for a few years knew that while His Majesty was generous with gold, silver, and silks, he rarely gifted food. Song Yunzhao had been in the palace for such a short time, yet she had received a soup bestowed by the Emperor himself, leaving everyone with incredibly mixed feelings.
"Dried bamboo and ham soup? Do you think I care about the soup itself? It's the special favor the Emperor is showing Consort Song!" Consort Shu was simmering with rage, so furious she smashed her teacup on the floor. "I've been in the palace for so many years and have never once received a bowl of soup from His Majesty! The only other time was back when Consort Chu was still alive. The Emperor gifted her one once, and she flaunted it until the day she died!"
Consort Shu clutched her chest, gasping for breath. At the mention of Consort Chu, her expression became slightly unnatural.
