Leng Shuqing felt an icy chill throughout her body, and her heart ached unbearably, as if ants were gnawing at it. She had just turned around when she bumped into Su Yingxue, who was entering from outside.
Compared to her grand attire today, Su Yingxue wore a silk peach blossom dress, lightly applied makeup, and a single golden phoenix hairpin adorned her head, making her exceptionally ethereal and agile, like the peach blossoms blooming in early spring, exuding a fresh and striking beauty.
Especially when she smiled and winked at Leng Shuqing, "Imperial Consort, you must be tired from your journey, have you eaten?"
Leng Shuqing, haughty and aloof, was about to kneel down to greet her, "Your servant greets the empress!"
"Ah, there's no need for such formalities outside!" Su Yingxue quickly helped her up; her strength was not small, but she realized that Leng Shuqing felt surprisingly light and seemed thinner.
