Song Yunzhao got into her carriage, seething with a frustration she couldn't swallow.
She had hoped they could all just get along. As long as the Empress Dowager maintained a veneer of peace, she was willing to play along.
But after the way the Empress Dowager publicly humiliated her today, if she didn't react, wouldn't everyone in this palace think they could walk all over her in the future?
The Empress Dowager's move to shame her wasn't a whim; it was clearly deliberate.
The goal was to chip away at her authority in the harem, piece by piece.
'Pah!'
'I'm not playing that game.'
Since the Empress Dowager didn't want to get along, she shouldn't be blamed for flipping the whole table.
She, Song Yunzhao, was no longer the helpless, unsupported girl she'd been when she first entered the palace. Her father was now the Minister of Revenue, and her family had been granted a marquisate. To put it plainly, she had a powerful family backing her.
