Mingshu got up early that day, but had nothing of significance to do, as the much-talked-about Consort Ru was slated to return to the palace.
Logically, Mingshu wasn't of sufficiently high rank to be obliged to welcome her, but out of a smidgen of curiosity about the aesthetics of her child, she decided to go take a look for herself.
She hadn't gone far from Jingren Palace when she ran into Consort Shu, whom she hadn't seen in a long while.
Consort Shu had previously been grounded, practically fading out of sight for some time, and Mingshu had almost forgotten about her existence, so low-key she had been.
The processions of the two women encountered each other on the palace lanes, sparking a faint scent of gunpowder in their clash.
Consort Shu's eyes held a deep glow as she suddenly curved her lips into a smile, "Noble Consort Sister, may you have peace. Are you too going to welcome Consort Ru?"
