Liang Wan didn't even turn her head. "Whether the rules are harsh or not is a matter of palace regulations. If you have a problem, report it to His Majesty. It's not for me to decide. Whether or not you can recognize me is your business. What does it have to do with me? And what obligation do I have to remind you?"
She was both domineering and rude.
The other women were astonished, but they kept their heads buried low, only daring to steal glances at the Left Consort from the corners of their eyes.
The rumors about her were truly more fantastic than any ghost story or legend.
"You—you are so arrogant and insolent!"
Zhao Hongde had never been treated this way before, and her expression turned utterly foul.
This relentless pursuit meant there was no avoiding it. Liang Wan simply stopped, turned, glanced at the person kneeling on the ground, and then looked back at her.
