It is often said where there are women, there is conflict. This saying hasn't proved wrong once, and tonight's Imperial Banquet showed Wufu what true women's rivalry is, what Empress Dowager Mo meant by needing to savor each word by dissecting it into finer details.
The words these people exchanged were laced with sarcasm, and some remarks bore countless implications; even a mere suggestion of an engagement between families was a signal.
Wufu considered herself invisible, sitting quietly and obediently among them, listening to their exchanges of flattery and barbs, absorbing a wealth of information.
After all, she was a part of the inner court as well, and receiving this information could only do her good, not harm.
