"You... what do you mean?" Chu Huaiyu was so upset that tears nearly rolled down her cheeks.
Chu Qianli smiled and said, "Miss Huaiyu, you'd best save these easily shed tears for the Empress Dowager."
"The future Empress must not be as fragile as you."
"You..." Chu Huaiyu's face was filled with grievance.
But, she immediately saw a hint of disappointment in the Empress Dowager's eyes.
The tears in the corners of her eyes vanished in an instant, and she hurriedly leaned towards the Empress Dowager, saying, "Empress Dowager, Huaiyu is not..."
"We can discuss whatever matters later!" The Empress Dowager huffed, clearly displeased.
She had said before that she least liked the harem's ladies engaging in scheming.
Chu Qianli was defiant and proud, her scheming was not hidden, but blatant.
It somehow made her less annoying to others.
Unfortunately, her mother was a singer, destined never to be seen in the limelight.