After a heavy snowfall, a piece of news came from the palace.
Noble Lady Yu was pregnant and promoted to the rank of Consort Yu.
This news shook the calm Capital slightly.
On the seventh day of the twelfth lunar month, while it was still snowing, everyone heard this news while paying respects in the main courtyard.
"This Consort Yu surely is fortunate," Lady Li said indifferently.
There were plenty in the palace who had given birth, yet held no rank; not to mention being promoted so swiftly. This one sure knows how to draw ire.
"The enthronement ceremony for Consort Yu will be held on the tenth, and you, Lady Li, must also enter the palace," Fujin said, feeling truly irritated. She was just a lowly dancing girl once.
Now she has transformed into a mistress of the palace.
She naturally did not wish to greet her, but since the other had been promoted to Consort, it would be unreasonable not to offer congratulations.
