Princess Consort Wan's heart was in turmoil. 'If I side with Song Yunzhao now, wouldn't that be the same as bowing my head to her?'
She couldn't bring herself to do it, and for a moment, her expression soured.
Song Yunzhao wasn't a mind reader. Seeing Princess Consort Wan's ever-changing expression, she couldn't guess what was going through her head.
'The thoughts of an artistic concubine have always been beyond the grasp of a worldly Beauty like me. We're just not on the same wavelength.'
Song Yunzhao's current situation was also grim. The Empress Dowager was watching her like a hawk, and next year's concubine selection was just around the corner. She had to seize real control over the palace before then.
After all, she had a son to protect and couldn't afford the slightest carelessness.
