When he left the Imperial Study, his face was tinged with anger, yet he was brimming with ambition.
But as he stepped into Wangshu Palace, his expression was filled with numbness and sorrow.
A light was on in Gu Xiangzhu's study.
He walked up and knocked gently on the door.
"Come in!"
Gu Xiangzhu's voice was as charming and pleasant as ever, with the distinct allure of a mature, sophisticated woman.
CREAK...
Zhao Ci pushed the door open and entered.
Inside the study, Gu Xiangzhu was reclining on a lounge chair, reading a book.
Her dress, as light as gossamer, perfectly outlined her graceful and exquisite figure.
She didn't move her gaze, seemingly focused on the contents of her book. Pointing to a nearby chair, she said with a smile, "Have a seat!"
"Mm..."
Zhao Ci grunted sullenly and sat down across from her.
Gu Xiangzhu hadn't intended to speak first, but after waiting a long time for Zhao Ci to say something, she couldn't help but look up, curious.
