In the next two days, Shang Ruyi didn't leave this courtyard.
It wasn't that she didn't want to go out, but rather over the past two days, the number of people passing by her small courtyard increased suddenly, and their eyes were filled with scorn and disdain. They would often glance at her, then laugh and walk away.
Shang Ruyi quickly understood what was happening.
Previously, with the Turkic army pressing close with a force of a hundred thousand, in those life-and-death moments, even the biggest matters had to be set aside. But now that the crisis had been resolved and people were idle, certain unsavory rumors started to spread.
One day, Tushere even overheard someone "whispering" just outside the corner of the courtyard walls—
"Did you hear? His Majesty the Emperor specially instructed, sending tasty dishes and fine things here daily. Even the empresses in the harem don't receive such treatment."
"What can be done? The person has capability."
