The commotion in the Imperial Garden caught the attention of Consort De, who was nearby at Wende Palace. She arrived by palanquin, her makeup flawless, her sharp brows and eyes radiating the arrogance and haughtiness peculiar to those of high status. She wore a luxurious silk gown, embroidered from shoulder to hem with intricate patterns that exuded an aura of immense wealth and splendor. Her hair was styled in a high bun adorned with sparkling jewelry and gemstone-encrusted hairpins; one glance was enough to feel the sheer opulence and grandeur she carried.
Seeing the concubines locked in a brawl, Consort De’s expression darkened. "Stop it, all of you!" she commanded coldly.
But how could the concubines, caught in the chaos, possibly hear her? They wished for this spectacle to blow up as much as possible—perhaps then they would have a chance to see the Emperor and escape this cramped, miserable courtyard.
Chapter 483