What Princess Fuke didn't say was that as long as she had the chance, Song Yunzhao—with a son to back her—would have a better shot at the empress's throne than anyone else in the harem. When that time came, the princess would naturally support her.
But it was too early to say such things. The world was unpredictable, and some words could not be spoken lightly, lest they be used against her.
"You are right, Your Highness," the First Madam said, her face full of gratitude. "My own insight is shallow. I am fortunate to have your guidance."
Princess Fuke smiled and changed the subject to Song Buran. "You've raised that boy, Bo Ran, very well. He hasn't even arrived in the Capital City yet, but his gifts of local delicacies came ahead of him. I had the kitchen prepare a few dishes, and they were quite unique. Duan Jing also found them delicious."
