Consort Shu knew that since Yun Zhao had handed the matter over to her, she wouldn't interfere. Still, she felt she had to let Yun Zhao look it over.
Song Yunzhao obliged Consort Shu. As they briefly scanned the list, she said with a hint of a headache, "There are over a thousand Palace Attendants in Jincui Garden. Why are there so many?"
It's just one garden, and the Emperor doesn't even visit often—sometimes not even once a year. The number of Palace Attendants was truly staggering.
Consort Shu, however, said dismissively, "This is a Royal Garden. You can't be short on anything it's supposed to have. What if the Emperor suddenly takes a fancy to visit one day, and there aren't enough people here to serve him? Who could bear that responsibility?"
So even if there were too many people, you had to keep them. It was all about maintaining appearances.
Song Yunzhao was speechless. The Royal Family's prestige was indeed more important than anything else.
