Song Qingzhi almost fainted from anger. She had been praised as a beauty since she was a child, and this was the first time her beauty was insulted!
How dare you say that she is plain-looking and even mistake her for a palace maid!
"Only a superficial, vulgar, talentless and immoral woman would value appearance and judge a man by his appearance!" Song Qingzhi sneered.
Ning Wanyin looked at her in surprise and asked, "Don't you think there's something wrong with what you said?"
"What the Concubine said is right. I never judge people by their appearance, and never think that a person has low character because of her ugly appearance. Since the Concubine is so highly valued by your majesty, she must be a person of both good moral character." Ning Wanyin took over the conversation with a smile.
Song Qingzhi staggered and had to rely on the maid beside her to stand steady.
She came to her senses at this moment. She was so angry that she cursed herself. She couldn't argue with Ning Wanyin, so she used her position to suppress her:
"You...you didn't bow to me and didn't respect your superiors. I will punish you by making you kneel here for an hour and reflect on yourself!"
Ning Wanyin's eyes flashed with surprise. Using position to suppress the favorite concubine?
How naive that is.
Although generally speaking, the higher-ranking concubines can punish the lower-ranking ones.
But rules are dead, people are alive.
"I have ginseng soup in my kitchen to serve to Your Majesty. I am in a hurry to serve the soup to Your Majesty, please forgive me." Ning Wanyin replied calmly, her thin lips slightly raised:
"If Concubine Jieyu thinks your matter is more important than His Majesty, you can continue to stop her."
"You..." Song Qingzhi's face turned pale, but she was speechless.
"Thank you for your understanding, Your Majesty. I'll take my leave now." Ning Wanyin bowed, turned around and got into the sedan chair.
Song Qingzhi could only watch Ning Wanyin's colorful banner leave.
"Master, calm down. She is just relying on your majesty's favor to be so presumptuous..." Shi'er quickly comforted her:
"My Lord, you will surely astound everyone at the poetry gathering tonight. His Majesty will know that you are better than her! He will definitely favor you even more!"
In preparation for tonight's poetry reading, Song Qingzhi has been carefully writing poems for a month.
Song Qingzhi clenched the handkerchief in her palm. Ning Wanyin, just wait for me.
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