Jiang Ning didn't expect the Emperor to be so impatient, summoning Princess Zhenming to his bedchamber that very night.
Seeing the pity and lament on Jiang Ning's face, Concubine Yu laughed softly, "Princess Consort, why do you feel sorry for her? She's just a foreign woman."
"Just a pawn being used," Jiang Ning said, "But, on the other hand, which of the women here isn't a pawn?"
Concubine Yu laughed, "Indeed, she may be resplendent and lovely like a spring flower today, but in just a few days, her novelty will wear off, and the Emperor will cast her aside as he has done to the rest of us, leaving her to languish here in the palace with the rest of us resentful concubines."
Jiang Ning looked at her.
Concubine Yu laughed, "What's with that look, Princess Consort?"
"I didn't expect you to be so insightful."