Liang Wan hadn't yet stepped out of Taiji Palace when she saw several people craning their necks, waiting at the entrance. The moment they saw her, a flash of joy crossed Yuan Zhi's face, but she quickly lowered her head, her knuckles only slightly loosening their grip on the basket handle.
Gao Qian also noticed the flowers in Yuan Zhi's hands. He turned his head to glance at Liang Wan. "Is she one of your palace attendants?"
Liang Wan nodded. "Yes. Your Majesty mentioned last night that you've been having frequent headaches lately. I thought I would go to the Imperial Garden to pick some flowers and herbs to make incense for Your Majesty."
Gao Qian said nothing upon hearing this, only staring at her thoughtfully.
Liang Wan felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze. She wondered how much of what she had said in the hall he actually believed. But she knew one thing: as long as she was with Gao Qian, the testing and suspicion would never cease.
