Noble Concubine Shih should have been pleased to see Xia Ruqing dressed so unattractively. But she just couldn't bring herself to be.
Because she knew, even dressed like this, her cousin still liked Xia Ruqing.
The more Noble Concubine Shih thought about it, the angrier she became. What exactly did her cousin see in her?
Nothing but a vixen!
Xia Ruqing heard such mockery but didn't retort, merely offering a faint smile.
"This concubine is at fault for being an eyesore to Your Highness, Noble Consort!"
"It's just that this concubine is unwell and fears the cold, unlike Your Highness, Noble Consort, who is so robust you can wear anything!"
The last phrase, "can wear anything," truly struck a nerve with Noble Concubine Shih.
Today, her outfit—anyone not blind could see it was a close imitation of the Empress's ceremonial robe.
She could never become Empress, so she had to resort to such blatant imitations.
Everyone knew it, but no one dared to say it aloud.
