No one could hold onto an emperor's heart—not even Shen Wei.
Ever since Shen Wei fell out of favor, the bitterness that had long festered in Liu Ruyan's heart dissipated in an instant. In fact, Liu Ruyan even felt a flicker of joy.
The women of the inner palace—the Empress, Liu Ruyan, Concubine Lan, Consort Shu, even Shen Wei—all shared the same fate in the end.
"The wind is picking up. This humble one shall return to her quarters to change. Sister Consort Mei, please do as you wish." Liu Qiao'er didn't linger either, parting courteously with Liu Ruyan before taking her leave.
Liu Qiao'er returned to her own palace.
Tucked away in a secluded corner, the palace was so rarely visited by the Emperor that it exuded a perpetual chill. Stepping inside, she sat before her mirror and removed her hairpins, studying her reflection.
