The warm breeze stirs gently, bringing the scent of spring flowers.
Shang Ruyi sits by the window, gazing at the azure sky outside. Occasionally, a breeze laden with floral fragrance wafts through. Normally, such scenery and weather would bring a sense of delight to the heart.
But now, it feels as though a heavy stone is weighing down on her heart, growing heavier by the day.
Since that day of unpleasantness, Chu Yang has not come to see her for two consecutive days.
Truth be told, she doesn't feel it necessary to accompany him every day. Although Chu Yang said he brought her to admire the beauty, such beauty is not something a person like her can truly appreciate with an unburdened heart.
Moreover—
As she was deep in thought, two palace maids approached with tea and pastries, speaking softly as they walked.
"Are you sure about what you're saying?"
"Who'd deceive you?"
"Did Your Majesty really execute someone in the hall? That's never happened before."
