The Court's decision was scorned by many.
But there was nothing they could do to change the outcome.
「Early in the morning.」
Qi Muxue had already arrived at the palace, her steps hurried. She had clearly been unsettled by the news spreading through the Imperial Capital.
"Husband."
Qi Muxue was dressed in a simple, ink-wash-colored gown, her figure graceful. Her hair draped lightly over her shoulders; she wore no makeup, her features dignified and her vermilion lips naturally lustrous.
Compared to her usual self, the Qi Muxue of today lacked her grand and dignified air. Instead, a shadow of melancholy clouded her brow.
Having not seen her for some time, Lu Mingyuan thought that she looked considerably more haggard.
Her usual radiance was gone, replaced by the frail and pitiable beauty of an ailing maiden.
Yes, ailing.
But it was not a sickness of the body, but of the heart.
That was why her emotions were written so plainly on her face.
