As expected, Tianshi Xue was not able to catch a single wink of sleep. What was even more strange was when nobody questioned her bloodshot eyes the following morning. Well, at first, she appreciated that no one commented about the worsened state of her skin and face, but she realized that it was probably because they did not care that she was suffering for her husband.
They quietly sipped on their morning warm soups while Prince Qui was probably out there dodging arrows. How could they continue living like a member of their family did not have both feet in the grave and was fighting to crawl out of it that very minute?
She decided that she would not be able to pretend. She was not going to have any of this. Despite the emperor's face being grim and him being unusually quiet, Tianshi Xue could not take it that no one was making a move or even make a peep about what was possibly happening outside those walls.
