The elegant woman was speaking with the Empress Dowager, while Wang Zhengzheng, with her face covered by a thin veil, sat nearby. However, she kept her head down, silent, only occasionally lifting her eyes to glance at Qi Zizi. The position beside the Empress Dowager, which once belonged to her, was no longer hers since Qi Zizi entered the palace. After she fell ill, she couldn't even enter the palace gates. It was all Yang Ruxin's fault, that village girl.
Perhaps her gaze was too sharp, for Qi Zizi quickly noticed and caught that vicious look red-handed.
Yet the little girl didn't make a fuss; instead, she grinned at her opponent, her gaze and expression replete with pride and arrogance.
Wang Zhengzheng hurriedly lowered her eyelids, but her hand inside her sleeve clenched.
