The celebration banquet in Qionglin Garden has already ended.
Liang Zhaoyi and Yu Meiren were on their way back to Kunde Hall.
"When the Empress left, her face was as dark as water, it was really frightening," Pan Cairen recalled the events at the banquet with horror in her eyes. "I was too scared to breathe."
"Me too," Yu Meiren was still quite shaken. "The Empress's gaze was like she wanted to tear the Noble Princess Consort Rong to pieces."
The Fifth Princess had been so terrified by what happened at the banquet that she still hadn't recovered.
"In the past, though the Empress and Noble Princess Consort Rong spoke with barbs, it wasn't like just now..." Pan Cairen carefully chose her words, "Have they really torn their faces?"
Yu Meiren said, "Probably." She showed a peculiar expression on her face, "Though Noble Princess Consort Rong never respected the Empress and was always arrogant in front of her, she had never been so aggressive."
