Upon hearing the name Consort Zhou, Wen Zishan's smile slightly waned, yet she responded politely, "The Princely Heir has been unwell these days, causing the Princess much concern and compelling her to attend personally, despite being unable to leave. So, this Consort accompanied the Prince to the banquet."
"I see, the Princely Heir's illness is a delicate time, requiring the utmost care. It's indeed a testament to Consort Zhou's deep love for her child," Song Ci sighed.
"Indeed. Those who haven't been mothers wouldn't understand. As the saying goes, when the child is hurt, the mother's heart aches. When the child encounters adversity, mothers find it hard to rest easy, wishing they could suffer in place of their child. It's truly a deep, compassionate love Consort Zhou has for her child," echoed someone.
Wen Zishan's smile froze at the corners of her mouth, her hand resting on her knee clenched slightly.
Was this person subtly targeting her?
