The matron chuckled awkwardly, not daring to say more.
Yu Tingwan blinked, no longer maintaining a kneeling posture.
Suddenly feeling her nose itch, she rubbed it, and then her ear itched, so she pinched it.
The matron shook her head and left, heading towards another side hall.
Outside, the palace maid who was serving saw her, lifted the curtain, and the matron entered.
The Empress was verifying the burial procedures drafted by the Ministry of Rites and Gu Fuju, with the Ninth Princess sitting beside her.
The matron poured a cup of tea for the Empress and respectfully presented it.
"The Fifth Princess Consort has not made any mistakes recently, having tucked her tail tightly."
The Empress lifted her eyes, concealing her fatigue, and said coldly, "Does she dare to make a mistake?"
"This palace despises Ying Yin. If the couple makes even the slightest mistake, this palace will skin them alive!"
