Shang Ruyi stood in the middle of the empty courtyard, watching as Chu Yang's silhouette disappeared at the doorway. Even the faint, serene, cold scent lingering on her nose was swept away by the night breeze, leaving her dazed for a long time.
What did he mean by that?
Shang Ruyi felt her thoughts more chaotic than ever, buzzing in her mind larger than the tremors when the Turkic soldiers attacked the city during the day, until Tushere walked in from outside, approached her, and asked how she was doing, only then did she barely come to her senses.
"Why, are you here?"
Tushere softly said, "This humble servant was worried about Miss."
Shang Ruyi understood immediately and laughed, "Are you really worried I might have something with the Emperor?"
Tushere hastily shook her head, "Of course this humble servant trusts Miss's character. But...words are fearsome, the actions of His Majesty the Emperor leave this humble servant somewhat uneasy."
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