The night was deep and silent.
The Empress had not yet rested.
She lay on the wind bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
Her heart felt empty and occasionally a wave of panic surged through, as if she had an ominous premonition.
A light footstep approached, and the door was slowly pushed open.
There was always an oil lamp left on in the Empress's room.
She thought it was her personal palace maid coming to add oil to the lamp and did not pay much attention.
It wasn't until the footsteps stopped inside the room and lingered that she softly asked, "What is it?"
"Can't I come to see my sister-in-law without a reason?"
In the darkness, the unhurried voice of Meng Qianqian rang out, like a heavy blow striking the Empress's heart.
The Empress sat up, lifted the curtain, and looked closely, her brow furrowing.
Meng Qianqian was wearing Lu Fengyin's clothes and using Lu Fengyin's voice, but her face was clearly not Lu Fengyin's.
