That low chuckle reached her ears, piercing her heart.
"You... How can you still laugh?!"
Cao Ruomi's face flushed red with anger. She felt both humiliated and resentful.
In stark contrast to her furious expression, Liang Wan tilted up her fair, dewy face. She blinked her big, dark eyes, her gaze innocent, her tone even more so.
"Serving His Majesty and bearing his children—isn't that the duty of all Concubines in the harem? But for the Empress, the paragon of the Six Palaces and a model for all women in the realm, to displease His Majesty so... isn't that just laughable?"
As Liang Wan spoke, she tried to turn away, but the water made her movements clumsy. The hem of her skirt caught on her leg, causing her to stumble and nearly fall.
A pair of hands steadied her just in time. "The Consort has a point."
Liang Wan clutched tightly to his black lapels, the posture undeniably intimate.
