Concubine Ya began to sob quietly.
Her sobbing got louder, finally escalating into full-blown wailing.
The few palace maids outside shared worried glances, not understanding what was happening inside.
However, for them, as long as the Princess Consort wasn't the one crying, they didn't need to worry.
Jiang Ning let her cry for a while, seeing her tears flow more fiercely, her expression more aggrieved, and with no intention of stopping, she sighed, passed her a handkerchief, and said, "Alright, stop crying."
Concubine Ya grabbed the handkerchief, clumsily wiped at her face, and when she looked up again, her face was tear-streaked and pitiful.
"I understand it all now." Concubine Ya braced herself against the table, slowly standing up. Her frail body seemed as though it would shatter in a gust of wind.
She wiped her tears and said in a low voice, "I misunderstood the Princess Consort, my apologies."
