Zheng Yutong respectfully greeted Empress Ye and Jingyi, then spoke to Yue Jiang with a smile.
"Didn't Her Majesty the Empress Dowager say she wanted to give the Crown Princess a potted flower? She wanted to ask which one the Crown Princess liked so that you could choose one from the flower rack over at the pavilion. Would the Crown Princess like to come with me?"
Following Zheng Yutong's gaze, Yue Jiang indeed saw many chrysanthemums blooming in various shapes and sizes. She then inquired with Empress Ye and Jing Yi.
"Would Mother and Sister Jingyi like to go and take a look together?"
“I’m not going,” Jingyi said, wishing she could stay far away from Empress Dowager Zheng and refusing to get close to her.
Empress Ye was worried about her daughter and couldn't spare the time to accompany her: "Jiang'er, since it is the Empress's grace, you can choose for yourself. I won't give Jingyi any advice."
"I understand, Mother," Yue Jiang understood Jing Yi's feelings, and urged her to get closer to Empress Dowager Zheng as if it were a matter of life and death.
Yue Jiang was wary of Liang Zi's actions at the tasting event, fearing that she might become the second "chicken" that Empress Zheng would "kill" that day.
Following Zheng Yutong toward the pavilion, she walked through a winding corridor and quietly observed her surroundings. It seemed that there were inexplicably more palace servants, all converging on her.
Yue Jiang deliberately slowed down, stopping in an open area that was difficult to surround, and delayed her pace.
"Yutong, will Grandmother let me choose whatever I want later?"
Zheng Yutong also kept an eye on the people converging from all around. Yue Jiang could stop at will, but the palace servants could not, so she dealt with them.
"Of course, there's no reason for Her Majesty the Empress Dowager to go back on her word."
Yue Jiang still showed no intention of leaving. Seeing that a pair of palace maids and eunuchs had already passed by, Zheng Yutong discreetly led the way.
"Princess Consort, please don't keep the Empress Dowager waiting."
Yue Jiang watched Zheng Yutong leave first before following her. Just as the remaining two groups of palace maids were about to meet, Zheng Yutong raised her hand and touched her hair bun.
In an inconspicuous corner of the corridor, a palace maid suddenly appeared, chasing after a flowery object that moved swiftly like the wind.
In a panic, he shouted, "Little raccoon, don't run around!"
Yue Jiang looked closely and saw that a raccoon dog was charging out from the right.
The palace maids carrying trays were as fragile as paper; before the cat could even bump into them, they scattered and stumbled in all directions, rushing towards her in disarray.
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