The moonlight on the night of the Qixi Festival wasn't particularly bright. Anshun led the way with a lantern while Song Yunzhao strolled slowly behind, accompanied by Xiangxue and Qingfeng.
She was mentally calculating the time. 'The Emperor has always been a man of efficiency, spending most of his time on state affairs and a small portion on studying governance strategies, leaving very little time for the harem.'
'Such diligence was standard for a male lead—a classic case of "if he doesn't succeed, who will?"'
'So, a man like him would never waste time taking a scenic detour through the gardens. He'd definitely take the shortest route.'
Soon enough, Song Yunzhao heard the sounds of a eunuch clearing the way. She stopped in her tracks. When the eunuch saw her, he was startled for a moment, but then hurried forward to greet her. "This servant pays my respects, Lady."
"You may rise," Song Yunzhao said.
