Jiang Shaohua entered the bedchamber, not turning back: "All of you leave, I need to be alone for a while."
Chen Sheren, who had followed the Commandery Princess back, glanced at her retreating figure, wanting to say something but swallowing his words: "Yes."
Chen Jinyu exited, and Yin Zhutu Bai also quietly withdrew.
The door was closed.
Finally, she was alone.
Jiang Shaohua felt as though she'd shed a burden of a thousand pounds, no longer holding her head high and maintaining a calm demeanor, she collapsed onto the bed, burying her head in the thick blankets.
For a long time, she did not move.
This time, she did not cry. Bewilderment, fragility, and bitterness seized her for a moment, then slowly faded away.
She maintained this posture, falling into a deep sleep.
When she opened her eyes, it was already evening.
She got up and disdainfully looked at her disheveled hair in the mirror, loudly calling: "Yin Zhu, Tu Bai, I want to bathe and change clothes."
