Song Ci deliberately twisted Princess Consort Ji's sarcasm, but no one dared to say anything about it, except for those two women with their heads full of vermillion hairpins.
"Madam Song, you are really good at joking, are you sure the Dowager meant to praise you?" An old woman with triangular eyes chuckled.
Song Ci glanced over, sizing her up.
This old woman must be over sixty, her hair thinning, even wearing a wig, which is understandable as hair issues are inevitable with age.
But still, wearing a head full of vermillion hairpins, and two of them are pure golden hairpins, isn't it heavy?
Seeing her stiff neck, there was concern that it might break under the weight.
The old woman felt uneasy under her gaze, as if sitting on pins and needles.
She forgot that Madam Song is famously sharp-tongued.
Sure enough, the other party spoke.
"Who are you?"
The old woman's face turned green.
