Zi Yue was thinking. The Noble Consort is pregnant, so even the Emperor won't easily punish her in the future. If she sets her sights on Zhaohua Pavilion and causes trouble, I'm afraid the Emperor will turn a blind eye.
Xia Ruqing knocked on her head. "Silly girl! Of course, this is good news! The Noble Consort is favored, yet the Empress can still sit still. But with the Noble Consort pregnant, the Empress must be on pins and needles... There's a saying: 'When the snipe and the clam grapple, the fisherman benefits.' In other words, if they fight, I'll be safe!"
Zi Yue thought for a long while before finally admitting with a pained expression, "Mistress, what you said makes sense! But... but we won't gain any benefits from it!"
