Beauty Ji looked at Noble Consort Bing with an air of defiance, her chin raised arrogantly.
Ji Ruyan smiled slightly, "Beauty Ji says I am discourteous, but does Beauty Ji know, I hold the highest rank of first class, while you are just a seventh-rank beauty? Can you bear to receive a salute from me, the Imperial Concubine?"
Beauty Ji seemed unprepared for Ji Ruyan's high-handed response and was momentarily dumbfounded.
One must admit, Beauty Ji was indeed a fool.
Even Consort Xian could not manage to make Ji Ruyan salute, and a mere beauty like her expected it—truly the talk of a dreamer!
"You may be first class, but I am the Emperor's woman; by hierarchy, you should salute me!"
Beauty Ji, in a fit of rage and humiliation, shouted at Ji Ruyan.
Ji Ruyan's lips curled slightly. For her, there was no mercy for those courting death. Since this Beauty Ji was courting death, she couldn't blame Ji Ruyan for not giving her face!
