Upon hearing this, Consort Zhuang's eyes shifted to Nanny Wen.
Nanny Wen stepped forward and curtsied. "This servant greets Your Highness, Consort Zhuang."
Consort Zhuang watched Nanny Wen play dumb, not mentioning the tea at all. It only confirmed her suspicions. '"Tea," my foot. Something's definitely up.'
Recalling the letter from her family, Consort Zhuang smiled at Nanny Wen. "Is that so? To have a cup of hot tea on such a cold day sounds like a fine idea. I happen to be free, so I'll join Song Jieyu for the fun. What do you say, Song Jieyu?"
'You want to crash Consort Lu's party, but you're asking me, a guest, for permission?' Song Yunzhao thought. 'Isn't that a blatant slap in Consort Lu's face? Consort Zhuang really does seize every opportunity to create conflict.'
