The Imperial Concubine Ji looked around triumphantly, feeling refreshed and all her grievances dissipated.
However, when her gaze fell on Song Ci, her sense of triumph immediately diminished, and her expression turned sour.
Goodness, even the Empress is standing, yet she is sitting as if she's more prestigious than the Empress?
But she dared not lash out at Song Ci, as this old lady was the Empress Dowager's close confidante, even the Emperor privately respects her as an aunt; otherwise, why would she be granted the privilege to be excused from bowing?
Song Ci looked at the Imperial Concubine Ji with a full smile, thinking that bowing was out of the question, and as for the Empress, she would most likely be the future Empress Dowager, deserving of face.
