"Yes..."
Su Qinglan nodded lightly, wondering why she asked such a question. Suddenly, something came to mind, and her eyes dimmed for a moment.
However, she didn't say much, only bowed to Shang Ruyi before turning and leaving.
Shang Ruyi stood at the palace gate, watching that slender figure walk away and vanish into the silent night. Only then did she look up at the moon above her. Although it seemed fuller than two days ago, it was still a curved crescent, not complete.
The moon phases of waxing and waning have never been perfect since ancient times.
Moreover, like her, living in such lavish royal luxury, seeking stability, she feared, must be found amid even greater storms.
Thinking of this, Shang Ruyi sighed softly and turned to walk back.
