Princess Consort Wan had learned a great deal from the fall of the Wang Family. She had always been thin-skinned, but now she felt that being a bit more thick-skinned like Wang Zhaorong wasn't such a bad thing.
So now, hearing Consort Shu's barbed words, she suppressed the urge to argue back, telling herself to just tune it out. She took a deep breath, pretended not to have heard, and looked up at Consort Shu. "I noticed the Empress Dowager is quite fond of that Beauty from the Southern Border. If she really enters the palace, she might truly catch the Emperor's eye. None of the young ladies from our Capital City have her kind of charm. Even I, a woman, can't help but want to look at her a few more times."
Consort Shu thought, 'Anyone who dares to steal a man from Song Yunzhao should at least wait eight or ten years until her face is no longer beautiful.'
'Trying to compete with her now? They'd be lucky to escape with their skin intact.'
