Once again stepping into Tinghe Building, looking at those clearly disguised guests on the ground floor, full from early dawn, and the now familiar owner and shop boy cowering behind the counter, Shang Ruyi surprisingly did not feel frightened, nor uneasy.
She only felt a bit powerless.
Like an individual, powerless in the face of fate.
But the next moment, she suddenly drew a bit of strength—after all, in the face of fate, she seemed not entirely powerless, so she took a deep breath and followed Eunuch Yu's guidance upstairs to the second floor.
It was still that elegant room by the window, with the doorway, where beads draped and gently swayed.
Eunuch Yu walked to the doorway, bowed and said something inside, then turned to smile at her before retreating.
Around her, silence immediately fell.
