Zhang Miaoyu's eyes nearly welled up with tears as she blurted out, "Your Highness! You can't just indulge yourself while cutting off *my* share of meat!"
Prince Yan's handsome brow furrowed deeply. "When have *I* ever indulged?"
Zhang Miaoyu huffed indignantly, her expression defiant. "The Princess Consort, in her virtuous wisdom, worried that Sister Shen Wei might be inconvenienced during her pregnancy and unable to attend to you. So she specially picked a beautiful concubine for you. Now that you have a new plaything, isn't that 'indulging'?"
Hearing her twisted logic, Prince Yan grew even more displeased. "Someone, escort Lady Zhang back to her quarters."
Zhang Miaoyu lowered her head, feigning pitiful obedience, but not before swiping two bowls of delicious chilled milk pudding on her way out. She left with her maid, Xiang Yu, in tow.
As she stepped away from the Glazed Pavilion, Zhang Miaoyu glanced back at its lively courtyard and sighed quietly.
