Noble Consort Duan-Xian stood at the entrance of the hall to welcome her. Seeing the happiness in her eyes, she felt relieved and reached out to hold her hand. "I'm relieved to see that you're doing well."
Little Madam Xia smelled the faint smell of incense and sighed slightly. "Are you paying respects to Buddha again?"
Noble Consort Duan-Xian smiled when she saw the pity on her face. "The people in the palace always think that I'm living a hard life, but I think that I'm living very well. Since you're my confidant, why do you have to show the same expression as them?"
Seeing that she looked calm and not depressed, Little Madam Xia knew that Noble Consort Duan-Xian meant what she said. She sighed in her heart and held her hand tightly. "I was too superficial."