The Prefect's Wife's face grew stiff, nearly failing to maintain her composure. She had always been adept at superficial interactions, speaking to people as they wished to be spoken to, flattering to their face regardless of their true feelings. Moreover, holding a high position, she didn't need to say anything, but at least within the territory of Youzhou, others had always been eager to curry favor with her.
Yet, she had encountered Mingshu, someone who did not play by the usual rules, leaving her unable to retaliate when taunted, and, for a moment, unsure how to respond.
Her face expressionless, she witnessed Mingshu sighing, saying with great earnestness, "Madam need not worry overly much, after all, this matter is not something that can be hastened."
Indeed, it couldn't be rushed, could it?
Could it possibly be remade from scratch?
Both the Prefect's Wife and Lord Prefect were the picture of discomfiture, and the others present wore inscrutable expressions.
