Anshun accepted the order and departed, moving as swiftly as the wind.
Nanny Yu stepped forward to support her mistress. "Lady Zhaoyi, please sit down and rest. It will likely take some time to bring that wretched maid here."
Song Yunzhao took Nanny Yu's hand and sat down.
Princess Consort Zhuang shot her a look, her expression foul. She wanted to say something but feared Song Yunzhao would shut her down with a sharp retort and humiliate her on the spot. After all, with Song Yunzhao pregnant, she didn't dare do anything to her.
But she simply couldn't swallow her indignation, which was why her face was so particularly foul.
Qin Xiyue sat amongst the crowd with her head slightly lowered. She was utterly inconspicuous as long as she remained silent. It was impossible to tell what she was thinking, but her quiet demeanor was a far cry from the aggressive way she had interrogated them earlier.
