For a moment, even the usually calm and composed individuals couldn't help but chant prayers while expressing their intent to go in and bow to Wang Yongzhu.
Wang Yongzhu was not only saving their mistress's life but also their own!
The Imperial Noble Consort quickly stopped them, and they all waited in the adjoining room.
Previously, it hadn't felt like this, but now that hope was in sight, every minute of waiting was especially excruciating.
The Imperial Noble Consort remained composed, but the two senior attendants, Hong Fei and Lv Cui, kept glancing at the water clock, while Steward Huai was pacing back and forth, wringing his hands.
It was unknown how much time had passed when Wang Yongzhu's voice finally emerged from the Warm Pavilion: "Madam, I have recalled all the movements—"
The Imperial Noble Consort and her attendants exchanged glances, took Hong Fei's and Lv Cui's hands, and walked over together.
