Consort Duan was wearing a bright red cloak.

In the palace, she was neither the empress nor the principal wife, and therefore had no right to wear such a dazzling red dress.

The Empress died in the first year after the Emperor ascended the throne and her son was named Crown Prince. So many years have passed, and the Emperor still thinks of that woman and has not yet appointed another Empress.

For this reason, no one in the entire palace was qualified to wear bright red clothes.

Who can win against a dead man?

But now, at her son's house.

She could finally wear the bright red dress she had longed for for decades, the one she loved most as a girl. This cloak made of red fox fur had been prepared long ago, but it had been kept at the bottom of a trunk, never daring to be taken out.

A smile appeared on Consort Duan's face.

Behind the two, a young palace maid muttered softly, "I didn't expect the scenery of Prince An's mansion to be so beautiful. It's no less beautiful than the imperial palace."

The other maid beside her changed her expression, looked up at Consort Duan in front of her, and dared not look at the person next to her again. She immediately took a step back to distance herself from her.

The young palace maid was still somewhat confused, but she saw that Consort Duan, who had been smiling slightly, suddenly turned fierce upon hearing this. She turned around abruptly, and her eyes shot horizontally at the palace maid who had spoken, as if they were coated with venom.

Granny Zhang shouted, "How dare you!"

The young palace maid's face immediately paled, and she realized the reason at the same time. Her intention was to praise the Prince An's residence. After all, Consort Duan was the birth mother of Prince An, and what mother wouldn't be proud of her son's abilities?

Little did she know that these words would reignite Consort Duan's anger at being banished from the palace, which she had barely managed to suppress.

But the words had already left her mouth, and the little palace maid trembled with fear, falling to her knees with a thud, her lips quivering so much she could barely speak: "Your Highness, this servant, this servant..."

As for the word "slave," she had no idea what to say and was so frightened that she kept kowtowing and begging for mercy.

"Drag her away!" Seeing Consort Duan's unpleasant expression, Zhang Mama ordered the eunuchs behind her.

The kneeling palace maid knew that her life was probably over, and she fainted.

Two eunuchs immediately came forward, grabbed the young palace maid from both sides, and carried her out.

The rest of the people didn't dare to breathe.

Although she was dragged away, Consort Duan's complexion was still extremely poor. She remembered that early this morning, a eunuch from the Empress Dowager's palace came to Yuqing Palace to announce an imperial decree, ordering her to move to Prince An's residence.

Although the eunuch delivering the imperial decree had no expression on his face, the slight upturn of his lips clearly showed her that all the servants were mocking her.

She is the head of a palace and one of the four imperial concubines. How dare they!

What's even more infuriating is that the Empress Dowager's decree ordered her to move into Prince An's residence today.

Ha, that old man, isn't he just afraid that I'll stay in the palace and refuse to leave?

Holding a red plum blossom picked from Yunmei Garden tightly in her hand, Consort Duan's face was contorted and ugly.

When Zhang Mama looked up, she saw that Consort Duan's face was turning pale and then green. How could she not understand? Receiving such an imperial decree so early in the morning, who in the entire palace wouldn't be surprised?

That little palace maid was asking for death. At this time, how could she mention the word "imperial palace" in front of Consort Duan?

She truly hated that little palace maid, and only hoped that Consort Duan wouldn't say anything at this moment.

But what I feared most came to pass.

Consort Duan said fiercely, "That old hag, her son is still alive and well, yet she brought me to Prince An's residence. Isn't that a slap in my face? She's trying to make me the laughingstock of the entire capital. How outrageous! That old thing not only slapped me in the face, but also clearly told the whole world that Yu'er has no chance of the throne!"

"Ha, what a brilliant plan! Too bad, they're going to be disappointed. I'm determined not to let them succeed!"

The red plum blossom snapped in her hand with a crack, the once vibrant petals instantly crushed, and bright red juice seeped from between her fingers: "Didn't the Emperor deprive Yu'er of the throne? Didn't he favor his son, Crown Prince Zhu Zhi, the most? Ha, as long as I live, Zhu Zhi will never get his wish to ascend the throne!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Mama's face turned as white as frost, her mind reeling, and she desperately wanted to reach out and cover Consort Duan's mouth.

But Consort Duan wouldn't just say that.

"This country was protected by my son. Without my son, Shengjing City would have been razed to the ground by the Northern Qi in the past! Now my son has 200,000 Northern Army soldiers in his hands. Everyone knows that the Northern Army is invincible and can fight ten against one. So, 200,000 Northern Army soldiers are equivalent to two million troops."

"I want to see what Zhu Zhi has to offer to compete with my son for the throne! And why should my son hand over this empire to Zhu Zhi? What virtue or ability does he possess!"

Granny Zhang's body trembled violently, her face turned deathly pale, and it felt as if a huge rock was stuck in her throat, preventing her from uttering a single word.

She originally thought that at most, Consort Duan would resent the Empress Dowager or the other concubines in the harem, or that the Emperor would not favor her as much. At most, it would just be those things in the harem.

Even if these words were spoken to the Empress Dowager and the Emperor, it wouldn't be a big deal.

But who would have thought that Consort Duan would actually say such a thing?

If these words were to reach the Emperor's ears, these people would surely be dead!

Seeing Zhang Mama's attitude, Consort Duan gave her a disdainful look, and at the same time glanced at the group of palace maids and eunuchs behind her, and snorted coldly: "What are you afraid of? This is my son's Prince An's mansion. Anyone who dares to say that will be beaten to death by me!"

Zhang Mama still dared not reply.

The palace maids and eunuchs were already quite frightened by the young maid's words, and now they dared not say anything more. They all lowered their heads and pretended not to have heard anything.

Consort Duan snorted coldly.

For a moment, all around was silent.

Several tree branches couldn't withstand the weight of the accumulated snow, and with a cracking sound, they snapped, and the snow fell from the branches, soaking the group of people behind them.

But they dared not move.

Consort Duan looked on with even greater disdain: "A bunch of idiots!"

"Ugh..." Consort Duan heard the noise and looked up to see two guards dragging a dirty, disheveled little girl along.

Upon seeing that it was Consort Duan, the two guards immediately grabbed Li Feng from either side and dragged her to her knees: "Greetings, Consort Duan, may Your Majesty be well."

Consort Duan looked down at the woman who had been forced to kneel on the ground, then reached out and grabbed Li Feng's chin, lifting her face up and looking her over.

Seeing that she was only of average appearance, Consort Duan showed disgust: "This kind of appearance is really not good enough. What, is she another one who wants to climb into Yu'er's bed?"

A guard, forcing a smile, said, "Your Highness, this little maid is Princess Consort... no, she's Miss Lu's maid, Li Feng. The Prince ordered us to escort her back to Feixue Garden..."

Before the guard could finish speaking, Consort Duan had already shaken off the hand that was gripping Li Feng.