As the Noble Consort hesitantly shifted her feet, Jiang Xian said:
"I'm just teasing you, My Lady! With your ankle sprained, would I really ask you to practice dancing? What kind of person would do something like that?"
Noble Princess Consort Rong replied, "Other people wouldn't, but with you, I can't be sure."
No one else dared to rush her, either.
Jiang Xian wasn't surprised she'd say that. "There are many things we can do. There's no need to blindly cling to something that's unsuitable right now. You'll get half the results for twice the effort… Please, come in!"
Jiang Xian hadn't been present for the move into Bihua Palace. The Emperor, however, had been very attentive, repeatedly sending Liang Yuyin to oversee the Imperial Household, so they hadn't dared to be careless. Noble Princess Consort Rong surveyed the room and remarked, "It can't compare to Zhaoyang Palace, but it's far more presentable than your old Yizhu Pavilion. Hmm, I suppose it's barely acceptable!"
