When Wang Shaoji and Zhai Ying left the Warm Dock, the drizzling rain and snow had finally stopped. However, the sky remained overcast, and even within the towering palace, the light seemed dimmer than before.
This dim light added even more gloom to the face of the mercurial Chu Yang.
The gloom seemed to cast a shadow over the entire palace, suffocating everyone. Shang Ruyi's chest felt heavy, and for a while, she didn't dare to take a breath.
At this moment, the gentle voice of Empress Jiang sounded in her ear—
"Your Majesty."
Every time her voice rang out, it was like a warm spring breeze passing through the gloomy atmosphere, lifting a person's heavy mood. Instantly, Shang Ruyi could breathe again, and she turned to look at her. She saw Empress Jiang gently saying to Chu Yang, "If Your Majesty has no more business, I would like to leave with Ru Yi. I still have some things to say to her, and if it gets any later, the palace gates will close."
