The Princess Consort Ji began to speak of the late emperor, and once the words started flowing, she couldn't stop, recounting the past while crying, each sentence with the late emperor, desolate and mournful.
At first, Empress Dowager Wang responded a bit, but soon lost interest, simply listening lazily, as if watching an actor perform.
The Princess Consort Ji grew thirsty from talking, paused, feeling somewhat dull, and lifted her teacup.
"Why did you stop? I am listening," Empress Dowager Wang raised an eyebrow and asked.
The Princess Consort Ji, embarrassed and frustrated, snorted, "No matter what, the late emperor loved me the most. Sister, you cannot deny this fact."
Empress Dowager Wang's face turned cold, wanting to retort but suddenly recalled Song Ci's advice, so she replied with a sarcastic smile, "I never denied it, indeed the late emperor loved you most, and then what?"
Princess Consort Ji: "..."
It was not what she expected.
