As night fell, Hanguang Hall returned to its former tidiness. The glazed lamps within cast a soft glow.
Liang Wan sat under the lamp. After sorting out her affairs for the following day, she let out a gentle yawn.
Xiang Lan noticed and spoke up to remind her, "Your Highness, you should rest."
Liang Wan agreed and rose to head for her bed. She was, indeed, quite tired.
She had just taken off her shoes and socks and settled into bed when Yuan Zhi scurried in, face flushed and slightly out of breath.
Xiang Lan lifted her gaze. "She still hasn't left?"
Yuan Zhi nodded repeatedly. "Not only has she not left, she's fainted! I told the palace maids from Liangfeng Hall to carry Zhao Hongde back, but they refused. They said that when Hongde wakes up, she'll surely beat them to death."
Liang Wan sat up. 'Just what is this Zhao Hongde trying to do?'
