Ling Rong restrained her smile, slightly bowed to her in greeting.
"Greetings, Fourth Sister."
"Soon you'll become a concubine, I can't bear such a gesture," Fourth Madam said with a faint smile.
The voice was gentle, but her words were grating.
Ling Rong raised her head calmly, met her eyes, and said lightly:
"I'm not a concubine yet, the proper respects must be observed.
Sister entered before me, so I must greet Sister.
In the future, when I become a concubine, I won't need to greet the Princess Consort, but that's for later."
For a moment, the smile on Fourth Madam's face stiffened.
In her memory, Ling Rong would not speak to her in such a tone.
She used to be like an obedient rabbit, always speaking cautiously, so that no one could find fault.
But now...
A trace of disdain flashed in her eyes, the mockery on Fourth Madam's face was undisguised.
"Indeed, soaring high changes a person. Even the words carry authority.
