Seeing that Jian Ruonan liked the fragrant pear cakes, Auntie Yishuang filled most of a plate for her, then added half a plate of each of the less-sweet pastries unique to Cian Palace. She even thoughtfully included a small silver fork.
"Miss Ruonan, please enjoy."
Jian Ruonan happily tucked into her pastries.
[People who worship Buddha really do have kind brows and gentle eyes!]
The Empress Dowager: "..."
Are you sure you aren't mocking me?
The imperial consorts chatted and joked. Seeing that no one was paying attention to her, Jian Ruonan asked Big System, [Have you sensed that money-swindling scumbag system?]
She had just made a circuit through the civil and military officials, and she wondered whether it had managed to connect.
Big System: [No.]
Jian Ruonan: [Then keep an eye out. Call me the moment you find it.]
Her intuition told her that the host bound to that scumbag system probably had some status-either a court official or a member of the imperial family. At the very least, they would be a young master or miss from a powerful clan.
Anyone with even a little standing would be entering the palace today. She had to stay vigilant.
Big System: [All right.]
"Yi's wife, how has Yi been lately? Is his leg injury any better?" the Empress Dowager asked.
As the wife of the Empress Dowager's nephew, the Duchess of Cheng'en sat beside Consort Yi. At the question, she replied respectfully, "Your Majesty, the imperial physician said he still needs another two months of bed rest."
The Empress Dowager said anxiously, "How could he be so careless? How did he break his leg just climbing a mountain? He had better stop going to that Taoist Temple!"
*[What does the Duke of Cheng'en breaking his leg have to do