The atmosphere in the hall was as tense as drawn swords and bows at ready, and the other concubines who were not involved dared not even take a deep breath. They all kept their heads down, staring at the food in front of them, too afraid to make a sound. They all knew the Noble Consort and Consort De were at odds with each other, but to see such an exchange of public sarcasms and veiled insults during such a grand banquet was indeed unprecedented.
The only one unaffected was Lian Hua, who was still enjoying her food. She was currently stuffing a piece of abalone into her mouth, savoring the delicious taste.
