Mu Wan Yun wanted to remove her veil, but she wasn't sure if the redness and swelling on her face had faded. She refused to be seen with a swollen handprint on her face.
Especially not in front of Bai Jingran.
Seeing Bai Jingran's calculating expression, Mu Wan Yun coughed and said, "Miss Bai, don't take me for a fool.
If I were to punish a woman His Majesty favors so dearly, wouldn't that be tantamount to humiliating His Majesty himself?
And wouldn't going after Mu Wan Yun be the same as going after myself?"
Bai Jingran said, "Are you really going to hand over the position of imperial consort, which is already within your grasp, to another woman? Mu Wan Yun is the daughter of a condemned official. If you were to deal with her, His Majesty might be annoyed, but he wouldn't make things difficult for you."
Mu Wan Yun looked up at Bai Jingran. "In your opinion, then, how do you think I should handle Mu Wan Yun?"
