Besides, she was only a Noble Consort for now. It was just the beginning; the future was still unwritten.
After Feng Yunjin left, the other concubines departed one by one, and soon, only four people remained in the pavilion.
Fan Qingru couldn't stay seated any longer. She could feel Lu Zhixue's eyes constantly on them. Staring was one thing, but doing so in silence was simply unnerving.
Fan Qingru glanced at Song Yunzhao, who looked as composed as ever, and couldn't help but feel a flicker of admiration. In any case, she herself couldn't maintain such calm, so she rose to take her leave.
Song Yunzhao watched Fan Qingru leave without any intention of getting up. She leisurely fanned herself with her round fan and continued to enjoy the scenery.
Lu Zhixue: ...
The movement of Qin Xiyue's fan slowed. She studied Song Yunzhao for a moment before speaking. "It has been quite some time since we entered the palace, and we've rarely had the chance to meet. Have you been well?"
