Not bothering with what Huangfu Shaozong and the guqin-carrying maid were thinking, Tang Wanzhuang and Vermillion Bird, who were observing from afar, both smirked at the same time.0

The capital was like a grand stage, where no one would easily reveal their true intentions. A naive and innocent fool would not be able to get this far.0

Their invitations held high-sounding reasons, but Zhao Changhe played along even better by simply acting as if he did not know any of them, not even bothering to give them any face. This made perfect sense to those in the know, but it also made for quite the spectacle.0

Of course, in Vermillion Bird’s eyes, Zhao Changhe being unfamiliar with the imperial noble consort was only expected.0

But that was not why they were so amused, the reason for that was the empress.0

Where did you get the confidence to think that Zhao Changhe would pay any attention to you or give you any face? This isn’t even the right time for you to intervene. Rushing in like this only makes you look desperate. Even if Zhao Changhe were to refuse you to your face, what could you do? Assassinate him?0

The two women pondered for a moment, then both quietly instructed their trusted aides, “Follow...0