The elder aunt stood in the front courtyard with the young ladies to greet them.
In the bleak, cold wind, Consort Rong was dressed in magnificent robes, the dazzling golden hairpins in her hair a splash of brilliant color against the gloomy sky.
She stepped down from her sedan chair, aided by a palace maid, and walked before the crowd with the Ninth Prince.
Everyone bowed, and Consort Rong raised a hand, her expression dignified and her smile warm.
"There is no need for such ceremony. Looking at all of you is like seeing my own children."
"I've invited you to the palace this time to select a female official for my son. It must have been difficult for all of you, and for you as well, elder aunt."
"The weather is cold, so I've had some ginger soup prepared to warm you. Please, have some."
She didn't put on any airs at all, making her seem very approachable.
A few of the young ladies dared to secretly raise their eyes and sneak a peek at Consort Rong's face.
