Princess Consort Ji couldn't cry for long because that Empress Dowager Wang truly made people serve tea and seeds, watching her performance while leisurely snacking, which was infuriating.
She was already plump, and in her rage, her cheeks puffed out like a goldfish's gills, glaring at Empress Dowager Wang with a gaze that almost turned into poisonous arrows.
"Oh, stopped crying? Is your throat hoarse? Lian Qiao, quickly serve the Dowager some tea to soothe her throat so she can continue crying." Empress Dowager Wang said with a smile.
Princess Consort Ji said angrily, "Empress Dowager, don't go too far."
"How has the mourning widow gone too far? Compared to you, the mourning widow's skills are far inferior." Empress Dowager Wang chuckled coldly.
Princess Consort Ji really wanted to curse, but the other party was the Empress Dowager. For her son's sake, she endured.
