Rong Ruiyuan watched the two side consorts flee as if escaping. Seeing the account books and identity tallies left isolated on the table, his eyes turned bloodshot. He stood up and swept everything off the table in a fit of rage.
The two side consorts, having just reached the door, simultaneously quickened their pace. They had finally managed to toss out this hot potato; there was no way they would ever take it back.
"Sister Zuo, why don't you come sit in my courtyard for a while?" Consort An invited once they had run a little further away.
"I haven't visited your courtyard yet. Since I'm free today anyway, I'll take you up on that." Consort Zuo stopped in her tracks. Ever since entering the Prince Mansion, the two had fought incessantly and found each other an eyesore. Now, trying a different way of getting along seemed acceptable.
The two returned to Consort An's courtyard. Once the maids brought in the tea, they dismissed their personal maids to wait outside.
