In the midst of her complaints, Song Ci arrived at the entrance of the West Gate, boarded the soft sedan chair granted by Empress Dowager Wang, and was gently rocked on her way to the Cining Palace.
Upon entering the palace for the second time, she was much calmer than the first, even managing to chat and laugh with the young eunuch accompanying the sedan chair, passing the time.
"Is that Madam Song?"
Among a procession of concubines, a concubine, high and mighty, sat in a soft sedan chair, watching Song Ci head towards the Cining Palace.
"In response to Lady Consort Fan, I heard the Empress Dowager summoned Madam Song into the palace again for a conversation. It should be her, without a doubt." The Palace Maid standing by the sedan chair replied respectfully.
Consort Fan curled her lip, "She seems quite smug."
