Liang Yuyin rushed to Yizhu Pavilion as if he had wings.
The Emperor had already chosen a concubine for the night, so the others, knowing their chances were gone, had most likely retired early. But then the Emperor had commanded, "Summon her at once." Liang Yuyin could already picture the chaos at Yizhu Pavilion: Noble Lady Gu, jolted from her sleep, scrambling to prepare.
But when he arrived at Yizhu Pavilion, he found the main hall brightly lit.
Jiang Xian was at her desk, painting by the light of a white wax candle.
When she heard that Liang Yuyin requested an audience and that the Emperor had summoned her, she simply washed her face, touched up her makeup, and boarded the palanquin. "Didn't the Emperor choose Lu Ronghua's slate tonight? Why call for me? Could it be that one person isn't enough for him, and he wants me to liven things up?"
A very bold idea popped into Jiang Xian's head.
'Could it be that the Emperor wants to do a group project?'
