During the state banquet, the noblewomen of the imperial court were all situated in the harem, so when Chu Yihan carried Su Yingxue out, they all knelt down and paid homage.
Where women gather, naturally, there would be a flurry of discussions.
"Wasn't the empress in the ancestor hall?"
"And now the emperor is holding her again, dismissing even the palace regulations."
"Her Majesty is truly so coquettish!"
Some of the older madams couldn't stand Su Yingxue, while the younger ladies highly envied her.
Leng Muling was one of them, as she clung to Leng Shuqing's arm and giggled, "Sister, look how loving the emperor and the empress are, how wonderful it would be if our marriages could be as harmonious as theirs!"
Leng Muling couldn't help but visualize Mo Qi's face; involuntarily, she transformed the man before her into Mo Qi, with herself as the woman in his arms.