The room was silent, and the maids who served her were as quiet as cicadas in the cold. No one dared to cross the Princess Consort at this time.
"Sigh."
Lady Ji, the head of the Ji Residence, mother of the Consort of Yan and Ji Liuyun, sighed softly and tried to console her.
"Man'er, lighten up. You've endured so much over the years, so why bother quarreling with your husband at this crucial moment?"
"The Wang Clan of Yang City, hmph!"
Consort of Yan was still angry and resentful: "They really have a good plan. Not only did they scheme against my brother, they also want to plot against me."
"Their clan has only prospered for a few decades, and relying on a bit of family wealth, they dare not to regard me as the true Princess Consort. They even send a fifteen-year-old girl with an ordinary appearance into the palace brazenly."
"Your husband's identity and status are different now than before."
