Having constantly battled wits with Song Yunzhao, Consort Shu's mind was much sharper than before. She knew from Song Yunzhao's words that she had no intention of attending the banquet and was even using this visit to feign illness—clearly, she wanted Consort Shu to lie for her in front of the Empress Dowager!
How infuriating was that?
There wasn't a sheep Song Yunzhao couldn't fleece!
Wang Zhaorong's mind worked faster than Consort Shu's. She, too, was a bit surprised by how quickly Song Yunzhao thought on her feet. The moment Consort Shu arrived, Song Yunzhao had already found a task for her.
'It's no wonder I lost to her. Her mind is truly sharp.'
The three of them entered the hall and sat down. Wang Zhaorong took a lower-ranking seat, her expression composed and showing no hint of discomfort.
Consort Shu had to hand it to her. 'If I were in her shoes, I might not be able to manage that. After all, I care about my dignity.'
