Consort Fang remembered when she finished reciting poetry, Sister Lian had openly praised her, complimenting her on her captivating voice, her eyes filled with admiration. Each time she reminisced about it, she felt quite contented.
The hardest thing to find in this world is a soulmate. Having been in the palace for so many years, she had yet to meet someone who understood her as well. Alas, what a pity, how could the one who understood her best be Beauty Lian?
Others might be alright; she could converse with people every day, but Beauty Lian, alas, it wasn't that she didn't want to visit, but it was simply too difficult…
Changzai Zhou saw that Consort Fang seemed to have fallen into some kind of reminiscence, her face both fulfilled and regretful. She secretly sighed in relief, relieved that she was no longer crying.
