This kind of little daisy-patterned pouch, Yun Jiao had twelve of them, all in different colors, used to match different-colored clothes.
When Consort Rong saw the pouch, her expression changed.
This pouch and the one in her hand that had been made into a sachet were very similar in floral design and style; needless to say, they were made by the same person.
Could it be that the person behind the tree that day, who overheard her talking with Commander Zhu, was Yun Jiao?
Consort Rong lost her composure for a moment; the Empress Dowager looked at her and gave a displeased little cough.
Consort Rong quickly took back her gaze, sat down on the small stool before the Empress Dowager, and smiled as she asked, "Has Your Majesty the Empress Dowager been resting well these past few days?"
The Empress Dowager nodded slightly.
She didn't much like Consort Rong, but Consort Rong was favored by His Majesty, so she had to give His Majesty face.
