"Competing with the bright moon?"
In Kunyuan Palace, Queen Qiao sat upright, listening to the report from the palace maid below, her eyes calm, without a trace of shame or anger.
She gently murmured, seemingly contemplating its meaning.
"Empress, that Consort Li is truly audacious to say such a thing. Isn't she implying..."
The old nurse beside Queen Qiao, who was also her wet nurse, was seething with anger, almost gritting her teeth as she spoke.
Queen Qiao smiled faintly, lightly flicking the rouge on her fingertips: "Consort Li is naturally beautiful, indeed, she has that capability."
"Tsk, tsk, it's a pity that her face is already disfigured!"
The old nurse added timely, her tone full of sarcasm.
"Empress..."
The palace maid delivering the report shivered slightly, her teeth chattering as she looked up at Queen Qiao who was smiling gently.
"Speak quickly if you have something to say!"
The old nurse seemed impatient.
