Consort Jing clenched the handkerchief tightly; although her face revealed nothing, the gold-threaded handkerchief had already been hooked through by her nails, creating several holes.
After a while, she smiled and said, "Since Your Majesty does not fancy listening to operas, Consort Yun, perhaps we should forgo this last performance. I will have someone dismiss the troupe early from the palace to prevent their rehearsal from accidentally disturbing Your Majesty."
Consort Yun showed a look of regret but did not insist; she nodded and said, "Consort Jing, you are indeed thoughtful."
As soon as Consort Yun left, the teacup by Consort Jing's side was heavily smashed to the ground.
